Lyrics Poisonous Flowers of Violence - White Ward

Poisonous Flowers of Violence

No prophets left to see the crime
No one feels the pain done
Like a mountain stream
iolence devours the stone
Inglorious powers burn the crown
They meanly crash the roots
I will never forget your boots
On my face
I grow a tree out of the blackest seeds
I water it with violent deeds
And when I harvest all the thoughts
I turn them into bloody spots
My tree springs up of all the dark
I cherish it with silent notes
And then, I harvest all its fruits
My needs are never satisfied