Paroles de The Flowering

The blossom needs her pollen The moth emerges eating from her seeds Your roots can tie you down Tell you you're not deserving Imprisoned underground Make sure it's you those roots are serving A memory intoxicated Locked inside subconscious mind Infant emerges born into its sleep A memory intoxicated Locked inside subconscious mind The child believes his new reality The child believes his new reality Born sleeping Your roots can tie you down Tell you you're not deserving A prison underground Make you it's you they serve No roots can hold you down No roots can hold you down No roots can hold you down Make sure it's you they're serving The blossom needs her pollen The moth emerges eating from her seeds A memory intoxicated Locked inside subconscious mind The child believes his new reality The child believes his new reality (All the bodies are fuel for the fires) All the bodies are fuel for the fires All the flesh is the food for the flames All the bodies are fuel for the fires All the flesh is the food for the flames For the flames