A drunken bee bounces off the glass Yet, he doesn’t know that he’s the last As I’m taking my last breath Staring into the bleak nothingness All blossoms that are in bloom Will burn with the hottest fire soon My tongue is desert dry I guess it’s to late now to ask Why Please don’t listen to all these lies I tried to hide them but they were noticed by their spies Didn’t you also hear the truths I had to say Yet, you’re walking away, you’re walking away From me A perfumed soft breeze rolls on But it barely covers the poison Of the sickness in my heart Of which, I’m sure, I played a part The tree’s are whispering, birds sing So many, so many pretty pretty pretty things Is this a beginning or the end Or some sort of justice, rage, revenge? I can see it in the pictures in your mind You’ve dropped your guard and stopped punching in mid-fight I see the years pass by on my brother’s skin And now it mushrooms up within, within From me From me From me From me Who takes the lead and who’s the tail There are bars between us but who’s in jail I know that I’m vulnerable in this isolated band We’re all scared, shocked and bloodied with empty hands There’s discomfort but we are working through All that’s left is this message to you, to you From me From me From me From me
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