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letra de the wilde flowers - opeth

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[verse 1]
sun hangs high, i turn away
failure underground
heart is sick and fever is high
waiting for a sound

like a trail of insects to me
i watch them from afar
feeding, breeding, scheming
tell me i am wrong

[verse 2]
hiding from discovery
staring down into the ground
had they seen the poison in me
a tide of spite wound be found

moving faster lingering gaze
feasting on my sanity
a grain of sand against endless waves
a wish for the slaughter of conformity

[chorus]
blinding light as the flames grow higher
searing skin on a funeral pyre
blinding light as the flames grow higher
searing skin on a funeral pyre

[bridge]
inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed

[solo: åkesson]

[chorus]
blinding light as the flames grow higher
searing skin on a funeral pyre
blinding light as the flames grow higher
searing skin on a funeral pyre

blinding light and the flames grow higher
searing skin on a funeral pyre
should i speak and they’ll call me a liar
i’ll retreat to my funeral pyre

[outro]
my sanctuary, a thousand centuries
i’m not waiting, i’m tired of waiting
i’m not waiting, i’m tired of waiting
i’m not waiting, i’m tired of waiting
i’m not waiting

- opeth

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