Smoke fills the stricken streets
like a ghost that softly weeps
tonight, the queen falls asleep
as the chaos slowly surrounds me
Our eyes are like caskets
all that's seen is buried
deep inside
the scares we hide
Bullets fly like flower petals
Hearts shatter like the windows
demons hide in the floorboards
When they creak we hear them whisper
Our demons hide in the floorboards
When they creak we hear them whisper
Let's replace our veins with flower petals
So the only red spilled is from a rose's stem
There is a melody
in search of a harmony
but all I hear is heartstrings
out of tune, slowly fading.
We are not a lowly people
We're just lonely yearning healing.
Let's replace our veins with flower petals
So the only red spilled is from a rose's stem

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