The Wilde Flowers Lyrics

Sun hangs high, I turn away
Failure underground
Heart is sick and fever is high
Waiting for a soundLike a trail of insects to me
I watch them from afar
Feeding, breeding, scheming
Tell me I am wrongHiding from discovery
Staring down into the ground
Had they seen the posion in me
A tide of spite wound be foundMoving faster lingering gaze
Feasting on my sanity
A grain of sand against endless waves
A wish for the slaughter of conformityBlinding light as the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre
Blinding light as the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyreInside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freedBlinding light as the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre
Blinding light as the flames grow higher

Searing skin on a funeral pyreBlinding light and the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre
Should I speak and they'll call me a liar
I'll retreat to my funeral pyreMy sanctuary, a thousand centuries
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
I'm not waiting
Songwriters
Mikael AkerfeldtPublished by
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