Lyrics

Wilted flowers line the way They dance in the mud and sway in the rain They can sense the earthquake Days before I do I want to be buried In my own Little grave Without any flowers Without any name Same old story New tragic dance Move with my fingertips Always locked in a trance Can't drown my pride or hang my head Hound of hell Evil motherfucker I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead Lone wolf Evil motherfucker Self hating seeds Planted long before me Have grown to split the center of my being Wise blood Must run through my veins Pumping and swirling Making me sing Wise blood Have no doubt Wise blood Inside and out Wise blood Can't drown my pride or hang my head Hound of hell Evil motherfucker I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead Lone wolf Evil motherfucker Wilted flowers line the way They dance in the mud and sway in the rain They can sense the earthquake Days before I do I want to be buried In my own Little grave Without any flowers Without any name Same old story New tragic dance Move with my fingertips Always locked in a trance Can't drown my pride or hang my head Hound of hell Evil motherfucker I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead Lone wolf Evil motherfucker When the sky folds up And then the moon falls down As the seas dry up To reveal hollow ground I'll still be me Wise blood