Withered Flower

Detrimental visions of history in the darkest hours Got man sour Feeling vindictive with hate that overpowers Any form of rational thinking is dashed and straight devoured Only thing that's left on the plate In withered state A flower Only thing that's left on the plate In withered state A flower A glass of holy water Single sip might help to blossom order Quench a thirst that's coming from the deepest corner of the soil Real Estate turmoil Looking like a desert trekking feeling lost Wanning efforts turning into frost bitten costs Broken compass getting tossed Emotions feeling crossed wired Only guarantee is certainly tired MOT drive been expired What's required doesn't matter Mind has done a shatter Fragments ever scatter Hearing pitter patter Listen close Sound like chitter chatter Noxious noise breaking poise armour left in tatters Quite the scene Copium fiend found dead Needle seen system is clean Like machines been wiped Deleting what was typed Smiley face reply Keep the convo light This kinda fight is solo Single yolo Resets no no nevermind that A more important fact Will to react is lacked Constantly backed coz odds stacked Thoughts of bags being packed is more familiar Than winning since beginning faith was always steady thinning Detrimental visions of history in the darkest hours Got man sour Feeling vindictive with hate that overpowers Any form of rational thinking is dashed and straight devoured Only thing that's left on the plate In withered state A flower Only thing that's left on the plate In withered state A flower Alright let me see a quick show of hands Who's been taking notes As we're sat around this fire I want you to question vulnerability And consider whether its a question you've asked yourself before And whether its a question you'll ask yourself again Because only from repeated and applied pressure Will the answer appear an uncut gem