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Sunday, March 12, 2006

'Death Blooms' by Mudvayne 
'Death Blooms'
by Mudvayne


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
a 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
a structure that's collpasing, 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.

Yeah, I'm sick and tired of embracing reflections of past time.
Recieve me or cast me away.
God, please take me away!
Resistance, futile.
Suicidal ideas I will crucify my own being.
Satisfy selfish needs fuck 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 coming (I'm coming) I'm coming (I'm coming)
I'm coming (I'm coming) I'm coming home!!!
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!

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
a 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, descending. I'm lost in
a structure that's collapsing, descending, don't want it.
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.
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 and fermenting
roiling hate, death grip in my veins unveiling rancid petals
flowering forth foul nectar, the space between a blink and a tear...
Death Blooms...'

This song is about an old person slowly dying as others seem to not much care.

The content of this song is pretty dark but the words themselves are actually beautifully written.

I've seen things like this happen many times before so... yeah.

This song and the next ones until otherwise noted were all posted on 3/22/2006.

-=The Prynce



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