Blossom. The Witch - Still Remains

She is the enchantment

She is the filth that you love to crawl in

You’re forced to feed on the dirt that you can only perceive as passion

But looks are deceiving

Beauty is only skin deep

She’s put an end to existance

She’s put an end to us all

There’s something in her eyes that says, «I'am here to tell you lies.»

Meet her stare to entrap yourself in the place where love has died

Beware the Blossom

Beware of her eyes

Run.

You’ll never make it out of here alive

Run.

You’ll never make it out

But looks are deceiving

Beauty is only skin deep

She’s put an end to existance

She’s put an end to us all.

Beware