Everywhere I go, everyone is old.
Everyone I meet, is getting old.
I can see it in their eyes, they are dying.
In between their words, they are lying.
A season in hell is where they live,
teach them all that you have taught,
kill the prophets of your time, what is yours is not mine.
Eating flowers from these walls, never thought I'd stand so tall.
I don't know what's on my mind, I try hard to be so kind. I will never tell the truth, in old age and in my youth.
I will never love again, I will never be your friend.
This is me and this is you, nothing left for you to do, I smell a smell so sweet and nice, this is just an appetite.
Eat it raw and in the cane, I think we are all insane. To love is to drink my milk and I will drink yours too. I've said all I can feel for you.
This is getting so old.