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(Backyard full of dying flowers)
(In the kitchen on the pale pink counter)
(Give you a backyard full of dying flowers)
(In the kitchen on the pale pink counter)
(Give you a-)
Callin to christ just to heal my line
Split my fuckin spine I dont wanna walk no more
Look at her eyes as I walk in despair
As I look at the sun and then glare off in the distance
Eyes burnin, Eyes burnin
Spirits of a holy woman with a blade
Guess ill fucking wait
Decayed
Slit my fuckin wrists itll glow of diamonds
Throw a penny for my sins
Tear apart my fuckin skin
Temple full of my own skulls
My soul's just fucking dull
Killin myself real slow
Man I just wanna glow under the spotlight
Rising above the fuckin earth just to find my soul
Cuttin my mothafuckin ankles not to walk
Baby let me hear you out
Baby you grow like a sprout roses in a field of cotton flowers
Face and eyes like a pot of gold
Legs and thighs silk as leather
Grey skies my weather
Let me be your pleasure
Your fuckin treasure
Like a fuckin hurricane I come and destroy all
Callin to christ just to heal my line
Split my fuckin spine I dont wanna walk no more
Look at her eyes as I walk in despair
As I look at the sun and then glare off in the distance
Eyes burnin, Eyes burnin (Dying flowers)
(In the kitchen on the pale pink counter)
(Give you a backyard full of dying flowers)
(In the kitchen on the pale pink counter)