Ornament - The Hurt Process
Turns to shades of gray
Summer makes its 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
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 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
This sickly flower blooms
This sickly flower blooms
Like you always do
Like you always do
Decorated Like flesh on a hook
Paint it black and blue
Like you always do
Take your poison
This sickly flower blooms