Small Black Flowers That Grow in The Sky - текст песни
Small Black Flowers That Grow in The Sky
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in it's nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see through it all
WannPictures in a box at home
Yellowing and green with mold
So I can barely see your face
Wonder how that color taste
You, were always so far away
I know the way
So don't you run away like you used to do
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