The Wilde Flowers Lyrics - Opeth

Sun hangs high, I turn away 

Failure underground 

Heart is sick and fever is high 

Waiting for a sound 

Like a trail of insects to me 

I watch them from afar 

Feeding, breeding, scheming 

Tell me I am wrong 

Hiding from discovery 

Staring down into the ground 

Had they seen the posion in me 

A tide of spite wound be found 

Moving faster lingering gaze 

Feasting on my sanity 

A grain of sand against endless waves 

A wish for the slaughter of conformity 

Blinding light as the flames grow higher 

Searing skin on a funeral pyre 

Blinding light as the flames grow higher 

Searing skin on a funeral pyre 

Inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed 

Blinding light as the flames grow higher 

Searing skin on a funeral pyre 

Blinding light as the flames grow higher 

Searing skin on a funeral pyre 

Blinding light and the flames grow higher 

Searing skin on a funeral pyre 

Should I speak and they'll call me a liar 

I'll retreat to my funeral pyre 

My sanctuary, a thousand centuries 

I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting 

I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting 

I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting 

I'm not waiting