Opeth "The Wilde Flowers" paroles

The Wilde Flowers

Sun hangs high, I turn awayFailure undergroundHeart is sick and fever is highWaiting for a sound

Like a trail of insects to meI watch them from afarFeeding, breeding, schemingTell me I am wrong

Hiding from discoveryStaring down into the groundHad they seen the posion in meA tide of spite wound be found

Moving faster lingering gazeFeasting on my sanityA grain of sand against endless wavesA wish for the slaughter of conformity

Blinding light as the flames grow higherSearing skin on a funeral pyreBlinding light as the flames grow higherSearing skin on a funeral pyre

Inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed

Blinding light as the flames grow higherSearing skin on a funeral pyreBlinding light as the flames grow higherSearing skin on a funeral pyre

Blinding light and the flames grow higherSearing skin on a funeral pyreShould I speak and they'll call me a liarI'll retreat to my funeral pyre

My sanctuary, a thousand centuriesI'm not waiting, I'm tired of waitingI'm not waiting, I'm tired of waitingI'm not waiting, I'm tired of waitingI'm not waiting

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