And tell me how polluted it’s been
Do you ever take a second
To look under your own skin
And wonder if your veins are throbbing
With every pulse
Pretty pink, scarred up muscles
That pull taut with the curse
Of being alive, my love,
When you don’t dare to speak
Because I think I know the truth
And the truth would make you weak
So I spin ‘til I unravel
And when you find me in a heap
I grew with love all of the fungus,
All the toxins that I bleed
And in the ground I am a gardener
Who never had done wrong
And in the ground I am a martyr
Who never had done wrong
And in the ground I am a flower
Who needs not to be strong
In the ground I find myself
Exactly where I belong
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
And tell me how polluted it’s been
Do you ever take a second
To look under your own skin
And wonder if your veins are throbbing
With every pulse
Pretty pink, scarred up muscles
That pull taut with the curse
Of being alive, my love,
When you don’t dare to speak
Because I think I know the truth
And the truth would make you weak
So I spin ‘til I unravel
And when you find me in a heap
I grew with love all of the fungus,
All the toxins that I bleed
And in the ground I am a gardener
Who never had done wrong
And in the ground I am a martyr
Who never had done wrong
And in the ground I am a flower
Who needs not to be strong
In the ground I find myself
Exactly where I belong
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