A golden trinket is what I seek
A tempting target for the freak
It's obtaining will be the end of me

I click and tremble and all I find
Is a crack in the space in the line
It's opening will be the end of me

A plant it is and yet its seed
will plague the life in which it breeds
It's growth will be the end of me

This sickness tears the insides apart
tearing through fire and walls
to force the breaking of the laws
This glow it brings to the inside of life
brings with it the corruption alive
to allow me to fail myself

Even if the victim of this begotten danger
had been but another poor stranger
It's life would still have been the end of me

Had the target of its glorious opening not been forgiving
I still would feel the pains of its cancerous spreading
It's birthing would have been the fall of me

This sickness tears the insides apart
tearing through fire and walls
to force the breaking of the laws
This glow it brings to the inside of life
brings with it the corruption alive
to allow me to fail myself

This black death has just now finally been sedated
How can I tell the dying was what I created
Demons come not from the outside as expected
But from inside they are brought in, guests elected
To expand must the enemy in fertile soil sow
In our own green gardens do the dark seeds grow