The Chemistry of Restlessness - Invocator

Tice blue pearls

The terror of the kiss

You’re the reason I’m high

Presence of guilt, the meaning of bliss

Forever enmeshed

So sweet this is

It’s the chemistry of restlessness

A dream in bone white

Cyanide to the soul

This instant hunger

It’s the chemistry of restlessness

All bound to the soil

The soil of the heart

I’ll be there waiting for you

Will you come?

Breathing you

I’m flying, searching…

It’s a matter of seconds

A matter of years

I am, if just for now

A better man for your priceless smile

If not this what will make me last?

I take all the blame, after all I invited it in

Cyanide to the soul…

I’m falling, searching

Cyanide to the soul…