Petals In The Grass
Indigenous
Suicide so inviting
Longing to be dead
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Lovers of the moment
And the goodbyes that were said
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
A past that was harsh
A future full of dread
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Ghostly reflections
Of those who have fled
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Times of many injuries
Where I bled and bled
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Sinister prophecies
To the coffin I am wed
These are the things
Native to my head
Longing to be dead
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Lovers of the moment
And the goodbyes that were said
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
A past that was harsh
A future full of dread
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Ghostly reflections
Of those who have fled
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Times of many injuries
Where I bled and bled
These are the things
Indigenous to my head
Sinister prophecies
To the coffin I am wed
These are the things
Native to my head
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