Flowers (feat. Ghost Mountain)
I'm on the rainbow bridge
I woke up this morning still above the ground
Smoking on your ashes, laughin' at the world (haugh)
Nothing ever grows over on the haunted mound (haunted mound)
Laughing through the flowers on the hallowed ground
I'll put you in the flowers
I'll put you in the flowers
I'll put you in the flowers, the flowers, the flowers
I'll leave you in the flowers (ahh)
Ribcage, collar bone
Bleached white, forgotten, buried all alone
Got nine mondays till we decomposе
Feed you to the soil on the hill wherе nothing grows (oh)
Haunted mound where I come from
Where the leaves fall red with the set Sun
Past the pines, on the river bed
Grave house in the middle of the farmstead
Reap the earth, skin the hide, how it should be
Keep yourself occupied, keep yourself busy
Death's wagon comin', chains like I'm jacob marley
I'm fuckin' arcane, from the woods, I'm a grizzly
Trace the blood, four feet, call me shallow
Underground, things feeding deep in the meadow
Ivory, down below, hear the owls
I'll put you down to sleep beneath the flowers
I woke up this morning still above the ground
Smoking on your ashes, laughin' at the world
Nothing ever grows over on the haunted mound
Laughing through the flowers on the hallowed ground
I'll put you in the flowers
I'll put you in the flowers
I'll put you in the flowers, the flowers, the flowers
I'll leave you in the flowers (ahh)
Flores (part. Ghost Mountain)
Estou na ponte do arco-íris
Acordei esta manhã ainda acima do chão
Fumando suas cinzas, rindo do mundo (risos)
Nada nunca cresce sobre o monte assombrado (monte assombrado)
Rindo entre as flores no solo sagrado
Vou te colocar nas flores
Vou te colocar nas flores
Vou te colocar nas flores, nas flores, nas flores
Vou te deixar nas flores (ahh)
Cage torácica, clavícula
Branqueada, esquecida, enterrada sozinha
Faltam nove segundas-feiras até nos decompor
Alimentar você para o solo na colina onde nada cresce (oh)
Monte assombrado de onde venho
Onde as folhas caem vermelhas com o pôr do sol
Além dos pinheiros, na beira do rio
Casa funerária no meio da fazenda
Colha a terra, descasque a pele, como deveria ser
Mantenha-se ocupado, mantenha-se ocupado
A carroça da morte está chegando, correntes como Jacob Marley
Sou maldito, vindo das florestas, sou um urso pardo
Siga o rastro de sangue, quatro patas, me chame de superficial
Subterrâneo, coisas se alimentando profundamente no prado
Marfim, lá embaixo, ouça as corujas
Vou te colocar para dormir sob as flores
Acordei esta manhã ainda acima do chão
Fumando suas cinzas, rindo do mundo
Nada nunca cresce sobre o monte assombrado
Rindo entre as flores no solo sagrado
Vou te colocar nas flores
Vou te colocar nas flores
Vou te colocar nas flores, nas flores, nas flores
Vou te deixar nas flores (ahh)
Composição: Sematary / Ghost Mountain