Cube Of Sugar

Immersed myself in sweet illusion
My mind drifts with the kite
Winds lead me to lost lands
Pretending there is nothing;
there lays the gravest mistake
Understand the nature of your own curse
Trickling to the surface, it will engulf you, all you hope to forget your hand alone has done
Just keep singing about those open star filled fields
Feed me a cube of sugar make death a little sweeter
It’s me and you against the world, in the end the world always wins
Our happy little interlude came to an end
How long can you forget what you’ve done?
Let it creep to the surface, swallow you whole.