Zcluster - On the Flowers Lyrics

Glass
Cuts the wounds
Breaks the skin
Lets the air out from within
From
These veins
And those eyes that never can let them in
Someone's there
Stranger could you spare a thought
A moment
A gesture crooked like
Time
Will turn
That's the sound of breaking

THIS
Is not my heaven
THIS
Is not my heaven

Glass
Raining down
Strokes the skin
From those windows breaking -n the
Thing
That screams
And the mouth that won't ever speak a sin
Someone's there
Stranger could you help us out
This trap
An impulse locked in
Time
Will burn
That's the smell of breaking

THIS
Is not my heaven
THIS
Is not my heaven

I wanted to pretend
I wanted to believe