Reap The Grand (Venin Noir)

clairvoyance bewilders me beholding what I shall deny fulsome vertigo, balmy spring whithering, slipping through my eye once a saviour, always a slave what's she weeping for? I have been to this scene before life refuses to change the end the end refuses to reap the grand fear not my taintless acts for they should set me free quarrels on future tense facts another backslide reverie only love could make us even need your eyes to reveal what's hidden between darkness and light