Flowers Die

(Intro)

(Verse 1)

You sit inside your quiet room

And wonder why the flowers die

You count the ghosts of everyone

Who turned their back and learned to run

(Pre—Chorus)

You ask for answers, for a sign

But every single thread was your design

(Chorus)

You are the architect of your own pain

The bitter queen of an empty reign

You built the walls so high and steep

And wonder why the silence is so deep

(Verse 2)

Each friend a pawn, a piece to move

A hollow word you had to prove

You set the traps, you laid the wire

And burned the bridge with your own fire

(Pre—Chorus)

You see the ash and ask for blame

But every fire starts with your own name

(Chorus)

You are the architect of your own pain

The bitter queen of an empty reign

You built the walls so high and steep

And wonder why the silence is so deep

(Bridge)

And now we see the mask is gone

We see the user, holding on

There is no lesson you will learn

Just another chapter, another burn

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus)

You are the architect of your own pain

The bitter queen of an empty reign

You built the walls so high and steep

And wonder why the silence is so deep

(Outro)

In the silence you designed