Ornament
The Hurt Process
Turns to shades of gray,
Summer makes it's move,
You set the night on fire,
How I wish I was by your side,
Tragic sets of circumstances
Drag me to my fear.
Time it seems so weighted.
Slowly I choke,
chorus
Decorated
Like flesh on a hook.
Paint it black and blue,
Like you always do,
Take your poison,
This sickly flower blooms.
Another awful day,
A change in the seasons,
Drained me of my meaning,
But here it stays the same.
Decorated.....
Like flesh on a hook.
Paint it black and blue,
Like you always do,
Take your poison,
This sickly flower blooms. (repeat 1x)
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