Damned inside, Just if you could hold my hand. The Pain, inside of my head Seems to be treated soon. The Pain, inside of my head There's just one step to forget.
It makеs me sick It makеs me mad It makеs me dead
Just if you could Restore the groud, Spawn the earth, And the fauna. And if you could see flowers dying around.
It makеs me sick It makеs me mad It makеs me dead
decaying in wrath, and simply destroying, It proofs the truth, That's already employed.
It makеs me sick It makеs me mad It makеs me dead
Just if you could Restore the groud, Spawn the earth, And the fauna.
Die!
And if you could see flowers dying around.
It makеs me sick It makеs me mad It makеs me dead
This is useless to follow it's lies! Crash your spirit and die!
Just if you could Restore the groud, Spawn the earth, And the fauna. decaying in wrath, and simply destroying, It proofs the truth, That's already employed.
So in the end say just those words: All flowers are dead!x 5 In flower's sonate!