Tried adding all ingredients one could find
But there was nothing like chilly
The mix tasted sweet and sour
Admittedly, it was rare, but never such delicacy
Like that miraculous spice that sprouts only by the Rhine
Tried to conceal that chilly taste memory
Giving in to an adrenalin shot
But it didn't even remotely fade
Calculations, comparisons, endless analysis, and hysteria
Causing to compulsively pull those threads
The semi-true lines written to resonate
With the madness of the border-lines from before
So for that mix, I composed a goodbye mémoire
Depicting the charm of an ancient muddy story
Then ingested herbs to extract tears and cry
For the long-gone beauty of the corpse lying over me
The torture inflicted was real
Like were real the pages of that putrified idolatry
Still, their source was confusingly tainted
From my first second of sobriety, I waited
And eternally, I will
For what was lost during my utmost insanity
The green kryptonite that she never let me hide
Greatest weakness of Lily
Wasted pathologically freely
And now she cries shrilly, silly
Even when that weakened sun was shinning
Mildly warming up a snow mountain, so hilly
All the time, I could profoundly feel it
Chilly, chilly, chilly... chilly.