Flowerchild - Every Stranger Looks Like You

Flowers in your bed

Flowers for the dead

Life, love, death, what does it mean?

Swallow me

Entirely

Eat my eyes

And now you’ll see

The pig still eats though it’s already been fed

The corpse still sleeps though he’s already dead

All of these questions inside my head

All of these questions

Numbers and letters, what do they mean?

Perception is everything, but I can’t see

For years I have lingered

But now I will part.>