Daniel Wawersig - Flowers Lyrics

Into the flower shop, he enters with a roar,
A man with darkness in his eyes, seeking something more
Amongst the blooms and petals, his heart begins to race,
He knows he'll find his solace, in this sacred place

With hands like claws, he grabs the seeds,
His soul aflame with passion, fueled by his needs
He'll cultivate his garden, with fervor and might,
For in these blooms, he'll find his light
For in these blooms, he'll find his light

Planting flowers in the dark of night,
His garden grows, a wretched sight
With every blossom, his soul takes flight,
In his garden of death, where demons ignite

Bloodied hands, he digs the earth,
Each seed he plants, a symbol of rebirth
With every thorn that pierces his skin,
He feels alive, in this world of sin

With hands like claws, he grabs the seeds,
His soul aflame with passion, fueled by his needs
He'll cultivate his garden, with fervor and might,
For in these blooms, he'll find his light

Planting flowers in the dark of night,
His garden grows, a wretched sight
With every blossom, his soul takes flight,
In his garden of death, where demons ignite

Amidst the petals, he finds his peace,
His heart beats loud, his demons released
With every bloom, a piece of him dies,
In his garden of death, where darkness lies

With hands like claws, he grabs the seeds,
His soul aflame with passion, fueled by his needs
He'll cultivate his garden, with fervor and might,
For in these blooms, he'll find his light

Planting flowers in the dark of night,
His garden grows, a wretched sight
With every blossom, his soul takes flight,
In his garden of death, where demons ignite

In his garden of death, where shadows dance,
He tends to his blooms, with a deadly trance
For in this garden, he finds his release