Yellow Second: "Fruit Flies" Lyrics

the red follow pink

voices and eyes trembling tell you

of my stance, one last glance

on the brink

intellect flees its cell

so long now,

I'll swallow whole

or utter stillborn sentiment

she knows how

for she taught me

but could it be me that was wrong?

she summons a tear

as all her efforts decay

years reverse, it's much worse

than she fears

her firstborn inveighs