Posthumous (black Orchids) Lyrics

Verse 1
They say there's a god for every broken man
Too many cracks, death devours all the lambs
All that can be hate, we're slipping to our hell
Truth is he's a reflection of yourself

Ref
Come on motherf*cker bleed
Picking your fingers where eyes can't see Reapers in Catecholamine
Squash me

Verse 2
I got an orchid growing out of my hand
And it drains the world of man
A dirty flower, breeding deep
Like a wolf among the sheeps

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