Is there any difference between you and the ash you let fall to the floor
Oh my dear what have we here
A dry spot to pray for rain
Foraging; squandered
My conscience feels wandered
For want of a better word
I waited 'till it was too late
Now I've found my self a way to immolate
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm cool
Am I enough surface level baby
Because it's breaking my back just to stand up
I'm sorry I can't come home
My bones and blood's all gone
But I'll write these shitty songs for you
Where the hell is the underground
We sold our souls for some gold by the river
If I am lost, I don't want to be found
This is the moment in the film where I'm looking at you
I feel fine; lost my bones; don't feel it
We're hanging our family portraits upside down
Finding comfort
In your new surroundings
This is my castle
This is my rock
Everything you've ever wanted was gracefully designed
It's the thrill for the shill
Our propaganda is art
What in the f*ck happened to the lowest flower
Drone Pop - Lowest Flower (feat. Jane Carter) Lyrics
Drone Pop - Lowest Flower (feat. Jane Carter) Lyrics
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Is there any difference between you and the ash you let fall to the floor
Oh my dear what have we here
A dry spot to pray for rain
Foraging; squandered
My conscience feels wandered
For want of a better word
I waited 'till it was too late
Now I've found my self a way to immolate
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm cool
Am I enough surface level baby
Because it's breaking my back just to stand up
I'm sorry I can't come home
My bones and blood's all gone
But I'll write these shitty songs for you
Where the hell is the underground
We sold our souls for some gold by the river
If I am lost, I don't want to be found
This is the moment in the film where I'm looking at you
I feel fine; lost my bones; don't feel it
We're hanging our family portraits upside down
Finding comfort
In your new surroundings
This is my castle
This is my rock
Everything you've ever wanted was gracefully designed
It's the thrill for the shill
Our propaganda is art
What in the f*ck happened to the lowest flower
Oh my dear what have we here
A dry spot to pray for rain
Foraging; squandered
My conscience feels wandered
For want of a better word
I waited 'till it was too late
Now I've found my self a way to immolate
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm cool
Am I enough surface level baby
Because it's breaking my back just to stand up
I'm sorry I can't come home
My bones and blood's all gone
But I'll write these shitty songs for you
Where the hell is the underground
We sold our souls for some gold by the river
If I am lost, I don't want to be found
This is the moment in the film where I'm looking at you
I feel fine; lost my bones; don't feel it
We're hanging our family portraits upside down
Finding comfort
In your new surroundings
This is my castle
This is my rock
Everything you've ever wanted was gracefully designed
It's the thrill for the shill
Our propaganda is art
What in the f*ck happened to the lowest flower
Writer: Dirk Jolley, Jane Carter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid