working my ass off Your generation's soft Reality is always such a drag For barely blooming eighteens The barely blooming eighteens Wants to know
broken stands Butcher birds will fly away This is not a warning call, your final shot All I see is butcher birds will fly away, electric bloom (Thanks
Knows not what it means when I say yeah We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom He?s the one Who likes all
what it mean. And I say yeah. (x2) We can have some more. Nature is a whore. Bruises on the fruit. Tender age in bloom. (Chorus) (x2)
But he knows not what it means And I say aahh We can have some more - nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit - tender age in bloom
asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in god's hands death blooming Dark for
: Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, As those of old have sung. It came, a floweret bright, Amid the
: Open your mouth wide The universal sigh And while the ocean blooms It's what keeps me alive So why does it still hurt? Don't blow your mind with why
forget But 'til then I'm here making room for new regrets Now some flowers they never bloom But some flowers just bloom dead Now some flowers they never bloom And some flowers just bloom
Open your mouth wide The universal sigh And while the ocean blooms It's what keeps me alive So I lose and start over Don't blow your mind with why I
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of jesse's lineage coming As men of old have sung It came, a flow'ret bright, Amid the cold
(Nathan) There is nothing glamorous in this simple town But there's this special flower that can only bloom right here And all the heavy burdens in our
Perfume Of dead bouquets In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom In bloom
To sense real creations All color bloom From within Oh, all colors are deeper Much, much deeper than skin Oh, look ALL TRUE COLORS BLOOM WITHIN
dress me in maroon the new is in bloom this knife, the life i have in you, runs me through this knife, the life i have in you, runs me through into the new bloom
Writhe in the cruel bloom Witness the ghostlike Shades of ourselves Searching for any way out of our skin Writhe in the cruel bloom
his sight Fingers the writings That bring her delight And he knows that he'll see her But scared that it's soon Thinking of her when the lillies bloom
And your heart need not be sighing, "That I'll be among the dying. "I'll be with you when the roses bloom again." When the roses bloom again, And the
