Hitcher - Torrens Conscientium

You throne raised on the river of poison

Graced with an innocent sense

You are indifferent to the sight of blood

And is neutral in your grandness

He is right behind me

An angel with black eyes

You offer me your drink

You do it day to day, maybe it’s it’s time to calm down?

You think you are strong enough — hypocrite

But you look tired and unhappy, my friend

You let your scorpions while I sleeping

You are trying to infect me with your poison

You can try your best, my friend

We have been thrown together for a reason, my friend.