Spectacle Flag Of Defeat
I fear the flag of defeat I can pick out its color
(Blood red, pale white) Waving on battlefields That has
not yet seen war
And even though you can’t see them The stench of corpses
fills the air For centuries on end
I fear the scent of her skin I can pick out its smell
Reminiscent of what has been My self-devastation
And even though you can’t see my scars I’ve been cut
over and over For years on end
It’s hard to fall To dear to starve You have to want to
suffer And fall in love with the floor It’s easy to
survive But hard to stay alive
I fear the flag of defeat I can pick out its color
(Blood red, pale white) Tried torn down But still
hanging higher than us
And even though you can’t see them The stench of corpses
fills the air For centuries on end
Waving on battlefields that has not yet seen war
It’s had to fall To dear to starve You have to want to
suffer And fall in love with the floor It’s easy to
survive But hard to stay alive
