Wilting away In the light of the world
Surrounded by a forest of isolation
Clouds in the sky of my pale blue heart
But I'm hopeful on the mountain of truth
Peaced and pulverized by nature's design
Clean, lethal, serene
Clean, lethal, serene
Clean, lethal, serene
Flowers grow
Up from concrete
Flowers grow
Up from concrete
Let the tide ride in
Brush against my leg
Waiting for the dream to fade
But it starts to feel real
Not a lot left to trust
Stay venomous
Shed this skin on dreamy beaches
New
New
Flowers grow
Up from concrete
Flowers grow
Up from concrete
Flowers grow
Up from concrete
Flowers grow
Up from concrete
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