I can feel it, though it’s over.
My heart squeezes as my lungs hurt
It cannot be
But I shall be glad to know
I made the right choice.
They’re invading (my soul)
All these flowers (my heart)
All beneath me
I felt them growing
Though they’re beautiful
So much beautiful
I can`t breathe.
The roots are corrupting me
From my stomach to my mind
The petals are so soft
But always make me cry.
The roots are corrupting me
From my stomach to my mind
The petals are so soft
But always make me shout.
They won’t corrupt you, and
I am praying,
you should feel like me,
The way that I do.
Afraid of dying,
I can’t hold it anymore;
I’m terrified so,
My heart gets heavier
with these blossoms,
I am bleeding, can’t you see it?
Without mercy,
tear the roots off,
my painful joy,
I crave to stop it.
The roots are corrupting me
From my stomach to my mind
The petals are so soft
But always make me cry.
The roots are corrupting me
From my stomach to my mind
The petals are so soft
But always make me shout.

I will tear the roots.
No pain no memories
remaining ever.
All shall be forsaken;
breathing now I can.
The roots are no longer,
now I’m free
from any recollection.
Petals were so soft,
but none of the remain.
The roots are forever gone,
I cleansed my soul,
my lungs rest easy.
Oxygen is flowing steady,
I am free.
The roots were corrupting me
from my stomach to my mouth,
the petals were so soft,
but always made me cry.