Mudvayne Death Blooms
Songwriters: Gray, Chad L.; Martinie, Ryan; Mcdonough, Matthew; Tribbett, Greg;
Cold seems crippling
Lame meander through corridors
Aroma's thick with age, mark 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 structure that's collapsing
Don't want it cast into, maker take the body
Don't want it, it wants me
Past has found it's 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 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 will I will crucify my own being
Satisfy selfish needs f..ck 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 comin', I'm comin'
I'm comin', oh I'm comin' 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 structure that's collapsing descending
Don't want it, maker take the 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, descend
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing descend
Don't want it, maker take the body
Don't want, 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 purgatory's bay
I asked a God for poison, cradle me
Sown to my dreams, souls searching
Death blossoms where clouds lie over me
Held in God's hands, death blooming
{Dark for fear of failure
An inner gloom as wide as an eye of fermenting
Roiling hate death grip in my veins
Unveiling rancid petals
Flowering forth foul nectar
Space between a blink and a tear
Death blooms}
