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03-13-2024, 06:46 PM
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Father Flow - Dejected Life Of A Rose
the dejected life of a rose, in twenty bars...
i'm kinda backwards, was labeled sorta foriegn at birth
the pasteur never blessed a bastard that was born under earth
& so i wondered it worthless, my drive in the park
when i was already destined to live my life in the dark
in spite my dismay, i gave my all, obtained right of way
above the dirt, i still managed to escape light of day
it led my mind astray, struck, now the cradle was fucked
i didn't have a single friend, yet was labeled a bud?
was able at once, to spread a wide & scorn my demise
but everyday i felt the torture from the thorns in my side
before i'd decide, got riddled with the pedals of stone
i'd hardly cry myself to sleep, on a bed of my own
the head of a drone, sadness was uprising in view
i stood confused, weren't violents supposedly blue?
my anger is read, & life withers over some strife
my pedals plucked so other suckers figured out their lovelife
he loves me, & the knot that'll tie the best of us
soon to be extinct, overrun by plastic replicas
as my neck is cut, i'll give up obeying the forces...
...now realize you'll give ya girl a slayed bouquet of corpses
My lord. Read this as many times as you can. That's all I have to say.
Father Flow - Dejected Life Of A Rose
the dejected life of a rose, in twenty bars...
i'm kinda backwards, was labeled sorta foriegn at birth
the pasteur never blessed a bastard that was born under earth
& so i wondered it worthless, my drive in the park
when i was already destined to live my life in the dark
in spite my dismay, i gave my all, obtained right of way
above the dirt, i still managed to escape light of day
it led my mind astray, struck, now the cradle was fucked
i didn't have a single friend, yet was labeled a bud?
was able at once, to spread a wide & scorn my demise
but everyday i felt the torture from the thorns in my side
before i'd decide, got riddled with the pedals of stone
i'd hardly cry myself to sleep, on a bed of my own
the head of a drone, sadness was uprising in view
i stood confused, weren't violents supposedly blue?
my anger is read, & life withers over some strife
my pedals plucked so other suckers figured out their lovelife
he loves me, & the knot that'll tie the best of us
soon to be extinct, overrun by plastic replicas
as my neck is cut, i'll give up obeying the forces...
...now realize you'll give ya girl a slayed bouquet of corpses
My lord. Read this as many times as you can. That's all I have to say.