Without a doubt I am bloomed and well prized
Nothing comes between my stars in their lines
I don’t expect you to leave or expect you to stay
I believe today will be a sadder day
Look at my garden
Oh don’t you like it
I grew all of these carnations myself
And underneath are the bodies I have wept and I won’t hide it
The blood brings colour and fluoresce
My callas point of view rides behind me in a carriage
I run it over with a blade flattened, bruised, squashed, and damaged
I don’t need you don’t understand, feel free to use the door
I’m okay to bruise, I’m okay to cope, I’ve done it all before
Look at my garden
Oh don’t you like it
I grew all of these carnations myself
And underneath are the bodies I have wept and I won’t hide it
The blood brings colour and fluoresce
Oh, oh, oh
The blood brings colour and fluoresce
The blood, the blood brings colour and fluoresce
The blood brings colour and fluoresce
