Icarus Machine - Field Of Scars

Roses are red
Violence is blue
Pain grows in gardens tended by you
Hold me tight
Pick me but know that thorns impale, poisons get stronger

So torn
I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna
Poison seeds will grow
I close my eyes
Weed my field of scars
I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna
Can you say
Do I reap or do I sow when I weed my field of scars

Whispering willows
Ivy love, Ivy come
Come feed this pyre tended by you
Hold me tight
Adore me but know that thorns will sting, poisons grow stronger

So torn
I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna
Poison seeds will grow
Weed my field of scars
I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna
Can you say
Do I reap or do I sow when I weed my field of scars

Is there still life on a field of scars

Hold me tight, make it right
When I weed my field of scars
When I touch the pain
Hold me tight
I remember when
Make it right
But this is now not then
Is there still life on a field of scars

So torn
I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna
Poison seeds will grow
I close my eyes
Weed my field of scars
I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna
Can you say
Do I reap or do I sow when I weed my field of scars

Written by:
Jenny Brennan

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