Kristoff Krane - Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill | Текст песни

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• Kristoff Krane
• Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill

[Verse 1]

I sat Cahoots Coffee Shop quarter past seven
Relaxed, he walked up, he said he ran out of gas
I said, what? Said good stuff well let me help, I’d love to help
He looked me dead into my eyes and said that he’d it himself
Okay, but if I may just take a peek into your car
I’d like to reassure myself that I can truly play a part
I did, it wasn’t supposed to empty as I was to giving in
I grabbed my wallet with my left and with my right I reached for his
Wasn’t sure how to feel or exactly what to think
All I could do was take it in and hope and pray
He wouldn’t take advantage of my weakness
Call it death there is no ?
I feel not bad for being kind, it’s in my nature to ?
Now think I had ? right before he beat me up
Drank up all my coffee, grabbed my cash and stole my car
Now who’s to blame for the war?
Was the price paid in full or did the decisions I make support the kill?

[Chorus]

Everyone I know is oppressed, everyone I know causes pain
Everyone I know is depressed, everyone I know is afraid to stand naked
Everyone I know I invent

Picking flowers next to roadkill hold still
Till the cold chill owns you no will
Go build, destroy but you won’t build
No guilt, the choice is the hard ?

Picking flowers next to roadkill hold still
Till the cold chill owns you no will
Go build, destroy but you won’t build
No guilt, the choice is the hard ?

[Verse 2]

Cherokee parked meditating, kicked in the face
I awoke, I was shook, I could finally taste pain
Met the devil’s daughter, she was lost
Claim she never met her father and resented her mom code name God
Look at me, she shut her eyes and said okay
I opened mine back up and somehow she had went away
I considered accepting the chance that it was meant to be
I was alone the whole time because she let me be
Too deep to think it’s empty, she actually meant well
Even though her effort led to Heaven her head still reflected Hell
Any stranger from a block away could see her motives were in ruins
But either way a cry for wolf is still a cry, hold the bruise
I try to use the best of both worlds presented
But I typically go overboard abusing one perspective
A fool, I was a slave to my habits that indeed create the waves so you can try to save the planet but

[Chorus]

Everyone I know is oppressed, everyone I know causes pain
Everyone I know is depressed, everyone I know is afraid to stand naked
Everyone I know I invent

Picking flowers next to roadkill hold still
Till the cold chill owns you no will
Go build, destroy but you won’t build
No guilt, the choice is the hard ?

Picking flowers next to roadkill hold still
Till the cold chill owns you no will
Go build, destroy but you won’t build
No guilt, the choice is the hard ?

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