Twisted logic tangles exponentially inside
Ups and downs, I try to make it right
Delusional, I failed to rescue
Drunk on need, I thought I could cure
Your demons have poisoned your cognitions
Your eyes will not open in my time
Smelling of guarana or liquor
Your poison of choice
I cannot heal you while you sleep
I kiss you to cure your nightmare
The delusional demon is me
Although I never knew.



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