Artist: cannae
Song: black flowers
Handed black flowers
Lined with dead moss
They release the pungent stench of disease
Scorched by the sun
Decayed to ashes
Animated sleeves of despair
But with each chapter
We learn much more
But it brings us closer to the end
Edge burned photos
They show the past
Seven deadly sins hold their purpose
Just lives to breed
Summary of a virus
Running rampant through the races
Encased in glass
Each breath you take
It brings us closer to the end
Flirting with the hands
That holds disaster
The scales now have turned
Underneath the facade
That makes you gorgeous
You host the death of thousands
Die extreme lines of
Execution through skinless torture
Prosthetic love
Enlist love human
Dressed up with roses
Obey the stars
Seven deadly sins
Lust lives to breed
Summary of a virus
Lust lives to breed
