| We in bloom, many thoughts rearranging
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| Pollen’s everywhere, that’s the reason that we’re changing
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| Flourish in the rise of the new times
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| Taking lives, nobody survives
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| You got your hatchet, throw it in the sky
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| Five pedals appear right before your eyes
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| (Don't) Don’t get attached to your head like a neck
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| Cause I’ll disconnect, Dark Lotus in effect
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| Rise out the water for the first worst nightmare
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| Lotus pedals bloom and take shapes off in the night air
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| Here we got the wicked to share and didn’t nobody care
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| Til they see the shadow creeping, now they all scared
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| Gone but not forgotten, in the dark they leave us rotting
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| With the crosses on our face that’s the symbol of the downtrodden
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| Dark Lotus return, the reason is the word
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| The season for the shepherd is now to lead the herd
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| This is the returning
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| Everything you tried to bury
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| In between the patch of roses makes the
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| Lotus rise, Lotus rise
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| Winds of deadly ages
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| Makes the blood drip down the pages
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| And between the dying roses makes the
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| Lotus rise, Lotus rise
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| Flourishing underneath the rays of the moon
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| The winds of change about the rains that bloom
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| The five disciples of the Lotus Cross rise up from the swamp seed, weed,
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| and moss
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| The time has come, our return is evident
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| Straight outta Hell’s hole or Heaven-sent
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| We in bloom, the haunting of the flower
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| Throw your DL’s high and feel power
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| Metamorphosis for most change
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| I survive in the dark with no rain
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| Chemical imbalance embedded inside of my brain
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| And all I can think of is how they continue to strain
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| I’m a descendant to pass on, hoping to latch on
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| And pollinate anything with a mask on
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| A black rose is the sign of your death
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| When the sight of the Lotus brings death to the rest
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| Lotus rise
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| Deserts are freezing, so we know that it’s time
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| Lotus rise
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| The hills are burning, so we know that it’s time
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| Lotus rise
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| The water’s rising, so we know that it’s time
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| Lotus rise
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| The crops are dying, so we know that it’s time
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| Lotus rise
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| Coming up through the ground like a corpse
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| But I’m not a corpse, of course, I’m a Lotus in full bloom
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| Petals made up of botics that shoot through the dirt
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| To regenerate in sunlight and flourish to bring doom
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| Upon the suspected affection it grows slow
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| In the depths of stagnant water down below
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| Somewhere where the lights don’t shine at all
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| We await in a watery tomb for them to call |