In the garden
Through the flowers
While we hide in the shade
Gaze into these broken mirrors
Isn't it a waste?
One wrong turn
And there are darkened woods to escape
Stand your ground
When it was looking down
It was right in my face
Tell me
How long can we live cloaked in these flowers for?
How long can we stand knowing there's more outdoors?
How long can we rave in these flowers?
Wearing out the floor (The night beats my mind to a pulp)
How long?
Wearing out the floor
How long can we rave in these flowers?
(The night beats my mind to a pulp)
How long?
My lungs fill
With the smoke of the roses
Suffocating in this chain
Weigh me down
Held by the chains of my pen
I won't let go out of shame
One wrong turn
And there are darkened woods to escape
Hold your ground
When it was looking down
It was right in my face
Tell me
How long can we live cloaked in these flowers for?
How long can we stand knowing there's more outdoors?
How long can we rave in these flowers?
Wearing out the floor (The night beats my mind to a pulp)