Pale Flowers - Teethgrinder

The bitter aftertaste of every lie I have told

Chokes me like a mouthful of razor blades

The agony of every word tears me open and

Leaves me drowning in a flood of self disgust

Slowly wither

Pale flowers grace this awful world

The sun fails to break through the clouds of decadence

Years of rain couldn’t wash clean my conscious

The bleakness of my life fades to nothing but a fragile web of loathing

Slowly wither

Pale flowers grace this awful world

This nightmare no longer waits for sleep

Slowly wither

Pale flowers grace this awful world

This nightmare no longer waits