Isnʼt it that funny? How the mind is made
Switching so easily from luminous to fade
The words are heavy intentions are pretty
But as quick as needed they will be erased
White pages that are left have turned to dust
And you put me down ripping my trust
Look at me I am bleeding under your must
Enjoy this was your last burst
Don't you see the blossom of my hate
Is now becoming your fate
It's too late to bring the light
In this dark and lonely night
And this blossom is your hate
Now youʼre crying for redemption
Here you have your domination
Crown or cross, make your choice
Your cold heart struggles
Without any compassion or prayers
I will take your breath away
Don't you see the blossom of my hate
Is now becoming your fate
It's too late to bring the light
In this dark and lonely night
And this blossom is your hate
Don't you see the blossom of my hate
Is now becoming your fate
It's too late to bring the light
In this dark and lonely night
And this blossom is your hate