The Flower

You're aching nothingness The world is only stress You've got to clean your mess This lion's emptiness Pulls harder in your chest You're lying to this mess Unwind what's cheap blessed Tongue tied with secrets The world looks back and finds You're lost inside of your own mind Aching on this grind Turns the gears of your own time Blacked out on wins to state You're lying to your waste Fucked down on your estate Come 'round and find your fate Come 'round it's fine to hate When you look back in haste You're lost inside of your own days Turning back to taste The emptiness of your old ways