The bitter aftertaste of every lie I have told chokes me like a mouthful of razor blades The agony of every word tears me open and leaves me drowning in a flood of self disgust Slowly wither Pale flowers grace this awful world The sun fails to break through the clouds of decadence Years of rain couldn't wash clean my conscious The bleakness of my life fades to nothing but a fragile web of loathing Slowly wither Pale flowers grace this awful world This nightmare no longer waits for sleep Slowly wither Pale flowers grace this awful world This nightmare no longer waits