Residents. Blue Rosebuds. Zeneszám

I love you and 'cause I do
My sky has changed from grey to blue
But blue's not just a color of the rainbow

It's shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard, my blue sky blue
It's like a Roman candle coming rosebuds

Your words are empty, hollow bleatings
Of a mental crutch
They're open-festered indigestion
With a velvet touch

A coma with a sweet aroma
Is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That every grunt can gleam

But lichen-covered corpuscles
Are filthy at my fist
Infection is my finest flower
Mildewed in the mist
Infection is my finest flower
Mildewed in the mist

Infection, infection
Infection, infection

I love you and 'cause I do
My sky has changed from grey to blue
But blue's not just a color of the rainbow