Storm. Sparks. Structure.

The storm inside your eyes
The fire in your smile
The special state of mind
Don't let the structure wither
The storm inside your eyes
The fire in your smile
The sparks that shine so bright
Erosion makes you slither
The sinner, the saint
The clear distinctions fade
Relentless self complaint
Don't let the structure wither
The sinner, the saint
Existing morals break
Predicted lowering of stakes
Erosion makes you slither

Storm, sparks
Severed, torn, apart
Storm, sparks
Don't let the structure wither