There's only faces to faces - blade to the blade Have no point of view no people to hate There's only reasons explanations of the things that I do And only thing that I do is thinking of you
i grow flowers on her back i grow flowers on her back My spine breaking under weight of a lore My soul baking in a place they call home
I grew flowers on her grave I grew flowers on her grave My spine's breaking under weight of a lore My soul's baking in a place they call home
she told me to return when I'm ok but there were nowhere to turn when i felt this way words that you through don't mean a clack I bury them into your back