The Hurt Process

The Hurt Process - Ornament lyrics

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Turns to shades of gray, 

Summer makes its move, 

You set the night on fire, 

How I wish I was by your side, 

Tragic sets of circumstances drag me to my fear. 

Time it seems so weighted. 

Asphyxiated, slowly I choke, 



[Chorus] 

Decorated..... Like flesh on a hook. 

Paint it black and blue, 

Like you always do, 

Take your poison, 

This sickly flower blooms. 



Another awful day, 

A change in the seasons, 

Drained of my meaning, 

But here it stays the same. 



[Chorus] 



This sickly flower blooms, [2x] 

Like you always do [2x] 



[Chorus]
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Language: English

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