Lowest Flower

Is there any difference between you and the ash you let fall to the floor
Oh my dear what have we here
A dry spot to pray for rain

Foraging; squandered
My conscience feels wandered
For want of a better word
I waited 'till it was too late
Now I've found my self a way to immolate

Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm cool
Am I enough surface level baby

Because it's breaking my back just to stand up

I'm sorry I can't come home
My bones and blood's all gone
But I'll write these shitty songs for you

Where the hell is the underground
We sold our souls for some gold by the river
If I am lost, I don't want to be found
This is the moment in the film where I'm looking at you

I feel fine; lost my bones; don't feel it
We're hanging our family portraits upside down

Finding comfort
In your new surroundings
This is my castle
This is my rock
Everything you've ever wanted was gracefully designed

It's the thrill for the shill
Our propaganda is art

What in the fuck happened to the lowest flower



Credits
Writer(s): Dirk Jolley, Jane Carter
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