Many Mice & The Flower King
Won't you listen?
To the sounds of the moon on the river
Where the mad rabbit calls your name
Mindless white has thawed from the countryside
And we're finally out our lonely cave
Roam around the forest haze
Green mirage, florescent waves
You and I, we're part of half
Run in circles, lend a laugh
Glorified impotent maze
Keep it slow for easy days
You and I, we're but a half
Run in circles, lend a laugh
In the middle of night
We have gathered, big and small, to our carnival
Where the lights are brighter than the day
Critters dance in the field where the flowers grow
Though the sights would slowly turn to gray
'Cause when the Flower King calls your name
Winged demons near their prey
Greets the ones who search for crumbs
Speaks to them in violent tongues
We would run and form a gate
The weaker ones would dissipate
You and I were but a half
But the circle failed to last
And the wind stood so silent for a while
And we raised our swords
And charged into battle with the fiends
The flower king stood so high
And all held His Majesty's disease
To fight for your son
To fight for your son
To fight for your son
To fight for your son
When the battle ended
There was piles full of faces I once knew
I was standing alone for days
It was time to collect, he succeeded
But I will not surrender to him
Please don't take me away from the forest
To be a rat, in a cage, on alprazolam
To the sounds of the moon on the river
Where the mad rabbit calls your name
Mindless white has thawed from the countryside
And we're finally out our lonely cave
Roam around the forest haze
Green mirage, florescent waves
You and I, we're part of half
Run in circles, lend a laugh
Glorified impotent maze
Keep it slow for easy days
You and I, we're but a half
Run in circles, lend a laugh
In the middle of night
We have gathered, big and small, to our carnival
Where the lights are brighter than the day
Critters dance in the field where the flowers grow
Though the sights would slowly turn to gray
'Cause when the Flower King calls your name
Winged demons near their prey
Greets the ones who search for crumbs
Speaks to them in violent tongues
We would run and form a gate
The weaker ones would dissipate
You and I were but a half
But the circle failed to last
And the wind stood so silent for a while
And we raised our swords
And charged into battle with the fiends
The flower king stood so high
And all held His Majesty's disease
To fight for your son
To fight for your son
To fight for your son
To fight for your son
When the battle ended
There was piles full of faces I once knew
I was standing alone for days
It was time to collect, he succeeded
But I will not surrender to him
Please don't take me away from the forest
To be a rat, in a cage, on alprazolam
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Writer(s): Alvaro Rubio
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