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Flower Factory

Flower Factory~ To Melee the Maelstrom Note, if you look for this on any online music store like Spotify the band name will be Blue Smoke because Distrokid wont let me change the name. Lyrics Venomous- clouds of smoke- victimized- throat rope choke The acid air is commercialized, dismal fog from coffin eyes, bleeding walls and wailing sky’s, panting lunges deoxidized. Molten Mother- scorched womb- cancer kid- half price tomb Mothers misery is justified, more moor milk for the parasites, get your diabetes super-sized, while millions starve and die. Flower factory producing decayed offspring, wilting flower leaves to the mausoleum of maternity. Flower factory producing decayed offspring, wilting flower leaves to the mausoleum of maternity. Smoke and mirrors- mask of love- fruitless figure- bait and shove Mustered gas cause jaded sight, a ghost town on a foggy night, there is smoke but no fires light, left behind, buried alive. Depression fix- daunting dread- cancer stick- walking dead Black lungs fight just to survive, not unlike those walking the line, of extinction and getting atomized, mother cries while children die. Flower factory producing decayed offspring, wilting flower leaves to the mausoleum of maternity. Flower factory producing decayed offspring, wilting flower leaves to the mausoleum of maternity. Flower factory falling out and collapsing, mother’s final breath before sleeping for eternity. Flower factory falling out and collapsing, mother’s final breath before sleeping for eternity. Womb left venomous for the child, parasite starve out for a while, life support hits abort the vile attacks, mother and child face the ever black. Flower factory producing decayed offspring, wilting flower leaves to the mausoleum of maternity. Flower factory producing decayed offspring, wilting flower leaves to the mausoleum of maternity. Flower factory falling out and collapsing, mother’s final breath before sleeping for eternity. Flower factory falling out and collapsing, mother’s final breath before sleeping for eternity. Garbage- Pillars of waste- slow decay- shows our fate Planet garbage high to the ski, commoners choke while the rich thrive, factory moms are dead inside, factory moms chauvinistic idealize. Is there hope? Will we change? Will we choke, and stay the same? A short life they nihililise, center view from self-centered eyes. To clean up we must synergies, drop the hate and maybe we could thrive.