[intro] [intro guitar work] [verse 1 - soft/ethereal] Petals fall off dead roses the vines all hang in decent gloom the birds watch and say nothing as dreams all hang in recent doom [verse 2 - slow by tense and growing] a layer of dust upon my body and deep inside a taste so naked my arms scream and creek out echos as i conquer this death my body awakens Verse 3 - still slow but louder] barbwire wrapped around the childrens eyes and prey they dont see the remains a chasm of voices screaming out lies as i conquer this death im left with pain [verse 4 - much harder and unhinged] a dew filters off the purple clouds and settles on the dead from the war but you cant do much and i cant do much as the blood overflows our glasses onto the floor onto the floor onto the floor onto the floor, our blood overflows (our glasses) onto the floooooor!
