Lyrics Death Blooms

Cold seems crippling
Lame meander through corridors
Aroma's thick with agemark off the day
Reflections of my life are fading

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into
Maker take the body don't want it it wants me

Past has found its place
Salvation is no more
Will god accept my peace
Bleached will pardon me
Reflections of my life are fading

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into
Maker take the body don't want it it wants me

I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me, cocooned in misery

I'm sick and tired of embracing reflections of past time
Receive me or cast me away
God please take me away
Resistance futile suicidal ideas I will crucify my own being
Satisfy selfish needs fuck the deities
Justify my own right to what's waiting for me

On the other side the time has come lock and load
I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming home

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want it
Maker take the body don't want it it wants me
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want it
Maker take the body don't want it it wants me

I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me......cocooned in misery
The darkness overcomes, soul soars to the other plain
Existence past the door
I sail through purgatories bay

I asked a god for poison
Cradle me sewn to my dreams
Souls searching
Death blossoms where clouds lie over me
Held in gods hands death blooming.

Dark for fear of failure, an inner gloom as wide as an eye
And fermenting roiling hate
Death grip in my vein
Sun veiling rancid
Petalsflowering forth foul nectar
The space between a blink and a tear

Death blooms.