Lyrics:
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
I don't want to be afraid of this life anymore
I don't want to be suffocated by the weight
Who was that person I was pretending to be?
Silent
the hurt I may have done
Beat me instead of them,
Pain is my only zen, of fun
I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by
of Cain, the sinner and the saint
The grave is a flower
And you are dying to be born
Baptized by fire and you will slough your skin
The sign of Abraxas
some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
She also keeps the cards that read, "have mercy on his soul"
They all play on the penny whistles,
some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
She also keeps the cards that read, "have mercy on his soul"
They all play on the penny whistles,
hear a guitar
When I was older
I use to seat
Seating by the window
When I was older I use to write the sentence of my life
I was picking up flowers
so long tryna get my mind right
Didn't sell my soul to get the lime light
Free all of the bros fuck the crime fighters
Like TK I got Cash and got my
soul tonight
Dancing in the shadows
Crying by the lamplight
Two steps closer
To understanding daylight
I can feel the flowers
Growing by the wayside
You are the sun that lights the day
You are the star that never fades
Making the flowers bloom
Taken away too soon
Your spirit's living on today
they polluted the future
Got me thinking of a new thing
Revolver-lution
Computer souls, controlled by confusion
You be clubbin', while the world
you down, telepath
You've got no reason to cry
Anyhow, any why
The women by the shore in the night are leaving
The angry dawn slyly grins
The soul
a toast
For all those years when my soul was lost
Because dead flowers need no water
Dead flowers need no water
Dead flowers need no water
So save your
Life to play a positive role
When life gave me water I took
My time to shower your soul
I hoped flowers would grow
Whatever I can do in your
Life
Life to play a positive role
When life gave me water I took
My time to shower your soul
I hoped flowers would grow
Whatever I can do in your
Life
Flowers grow in a hollow soul
Time slows down as poison flows
Is this chemistry that lies to me
Is this narcissism in disguise?
It could be
Blooming
of the Soul who present a new flick
Every last viewer is tuned to the method
Known to be a method, no magicians, not a trick
Bitten by the spoken who been
Stand alone yellow flower
In an endless field of dreams
Swept away by the power
Of the season's icy wind
How the heart falls swiftly
And lands
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
If love was a crime, I'll lay in bed If it's not with you, I'd rather be dead
I sold my soul, I made a bet, traumatize you won't forget
Time goes by
growing
And the seeds are sowing beneath the ether
It's time for my soul to go
Swimming inside Nature
Diving through the flowers
Popping out
the dead minded, numbed and solitudinal is a path to un-righteous damnation
The contamination of a soul baptized in catholic blood
Brought up by protestant
man
he and his dog that walked the old land
Ev'ry flower touched his cold hand.
As he slowly walked by
weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
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