There is a slough where buds grow
In murmering shadows of a neverland
Where lilies and roses in their furbelows
Scream like harlots and harridans
They bloom in the darkness
Strange flowers
The dissolute cry of a nightjar
Over the quiet revolution
All of the bleeding hearts and blazing stars
This day will see a new dawn
They bloom in the darkness
Strange flowers
We are the weeds in your dreams
We are the seeds of your despair
Come the gun of the morning
We disappear into the fetid air
They bloom in the darkness
Strange flowers

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