Marigold

We fall, we fall, we fall to man
Fading words that botch the mind
Golden hands mourn for the blood
Ooo, I'll be watching above
You fall
I rise
I will
See her eyes
They don't deserve it, yet I feel they have no time
They're running down on life
Running out of twine
Reaching for the daunted devil of a man
Mind feeling sort of bold
Transform to marigold
The vibrant shape of grounded dirt amongst a buried grave
It's only worth it for her
Smells of rotted flesh surrounds my tainted soul
The young dies old
You fall
I rise
I will
See her eyes
They don't deserve it, yet I feel they have no time
They're running down on life
Running out of twine
Reaching for the daunted devil of a man
Mind feeling sort of bold
Transform to marigold
You fall
I rise
I will
See her eyes
I don't deserve it, yet I feel I have no time
I'm running down on life
Running out of twine
Reaching for the daunted devil of a man
Mind feeling sort of bold
Transform to marigold