Seeds In Concrete (feat. DatShredBoi)

We are seeds in concrete How is it invigorating breathing grit, proliferating Lungs to create substitutes that conceal the real roots? Groaning gears sound systematic but they're grinding to make static Instability they breed from the fear of debris Aren't the blossoms meant to fade and isn't death how we were made? We're holding onto something tight yet what's the depths of prayers we write? Finding comfort from synthetic and neglect percieved erratic Vines of wires in the street We are seeds in concrete How is it invigorating breathing grit, proliferating Lungs to create substitutes that conceal the real roots? Groaning gears sound systematic but they're grinding to make static Instability they breed from the fear of debris Aren't the blossoms meant to fade and isn't death how we were made? We're holding onto something tight yet what's the depths of prayers we write? Finding comfort from synthetic and neglect percieved erratic Vines of wires in the street We are seeds in concrete How deep do the roots go? Do we understand That the grass may be greener, but desire's darker The shadows tower when Our hands forged our own paths Don't you understand? The leaves will leave us when it becomes winter You can't escape the end Seeds in concrete always wait Life and death are never late Flowers and petals fall too soon Stings and nettles are their doom How deep do the roots go? Do we understand That the grass may be greener, but desire's darker The shadows tower when Our hands forged our own paths Don't you understand? The leaves will leave us when it becomes winter You can't escape the end Seeds in concrete always wait (Winter is gone) (Winter is g-g-g-gone) Life and death are never late (The woods are awakening) (And the birds are beginning their spring songs) The woods are awakening, winters gone (Flowers and petals fall too soon) (Winter is gone, winter is g-g-g-gone) And the birds are singing their spring songs (Stings and nettles are their) (The woods are awakening) (And the birds are beginning their spring songs) How deep do the roots go? Do we understand That the grass may be greener, but desire's darker The shadows tower when Seeds in concrete always wait (Winter is gone) Our hands forged our own paths Don't you understand? The leaves will leave us when it becomes winter You can't escape the end We are seeds in concrete