The Wilde Flowers - Live

[00:05.66] Sun hangs high, I turn away
[00:11.51] Failure underground
[00:16.76] Heart is sick and fever is high
[00:22.28] Waiting for a sound
[00:27.66] Like a trail of insects to me
[00:32.85] I watch them from afar
[00:37.73] Feeding, breeding, scheming
[00:43.44] Tell me I am wrong
[01:10.00] Hiding from discovery
[01:15.18] Staring down into the ground
[01:20.14] Had they seen the posion in me
[01:25.89] A tide of spite wound be found
[01:30.93] Moving faster lingering gaze
[01:36.28] Feasting on my sanity
[01:41.41] A grain of sand against endless waves
[01:46.36] A wish for the slaughter of conformity
[01:52.05] Blinding light as the flames grow higher
[01:57.56] Searing skin on a funeral pyre
[02:03.02] Blinding light as the flames grow higher
[02:08.26] Searing skin on a funeral pyre
[02:29.24] Inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed
[03:20.82] Blinding light as the flames grow higher
[03:27.84] Searing skin on a funeral pyre
[03:33.30] Blinding light as the flames grow higher
[03:38.50] Searing skin on a funeral pyre
[03:43.71] Blinding light and the flames grow higher
[03:49.22] Searing skin on a funeral pyre
[03:55.33] Should I speak and they'll call me a liar
[04:00.49] I'll retreat to my funeral pyre
[05:11.58] My sanctuary, a thousand centuries
[05:24.88] I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
[05:37.35] I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
[05:51.30] I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
[06:05.83] I'm not waiting
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