Dead Flowers

The way you look at me
Reminds me
Of younger days
And the slipping of the parting waves
They only worship
Lies without a fear

The world doesn´t understand
They seek to reprimand
I´m starting to feel what´s going on
I can´t tell shit from what´s going

Whose
Whose dead flowers

The way she looked at me
Reminds me
Of younger days
And the slipping of the parting waves
They only worship
Lies without fear

Whose
Whose dead flowers
Whose dead flowers
Whose dead flowers