Bed Of Roses (Sæther)

this isn’t Venus, this isn’t Apollo
it’s not the advent of the bringer of light
the tides are pulling us deeper and deeper
into the chaos of darkness and night

the cracks are showing - man the boats
darkness is growing - put on your coat


i turn my back on these agents of chaos
I hate their smell and I don’t trust their words
they come with doubt, with hate and suspicion:
a wolfpack circling, and you are the herd

the cracks are showing - man the boats
darkness is growing put on your coat

I think the speed is making us shallow
easy answers are never the best
the hole just seems like it keeps getting deeper
y’all failin’ the acid test

why choose to do
the work of the devil
what would you reap from sowing discontent?
they’ve lit a fire in the bed of roses
now flowers die in flaming arguments

the cracks are showing - man the boats
darkness is growing - shit shure floats