Flower dark time and dies

The cure is not the solution.
The cure is not the solution.
The cure is not the solution.
*stay insane*

* ... that butterfly
happy to die in one day,
time is different for her,
in this room there is not.

... that hooded lady,
in that silent room,
there is no time for her. *

I was in the dark of a room
I had woken up in a dream.
An evil sun had set,
soaked with blood.
The whole world moved within me
and I just wanted to escape from the monotony.
Small steps, sinking the knife.
The outside was killing me.

I was immersed in a river,
with the floating head.
But I do not belong to her.

* ... that butterfly
happy to die in one day,
time is different for her,
in this room there is not.

... that hooded lady,
in that silent room,
there is no time for her. *

The cure is not the solution.
The cure is not the solution.
The cure is not the solution.
*make insane*