Death Blooms
Mudvayne
Letra

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, on us 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 its 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
On us a structure that's collapsing, 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

I'm sick and tired
Of embracing reflections of past time
Receive me or cast me away
God, please, take me away

Resistance futile, suicidal ideas
I will crucify my own being
Satisfy selfish needs 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 home

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, on us a
Structure that's collapsing, descending
Don't want it, maker take the body
Don't want it, don't want it
Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending, on us 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 my dreams souls searching
Death blossoms where clouds lie over me
Held in God's hands deathblooming

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