Custom Circus - Rise Of A Dead Flower

A glass falls on a white stone
Wine bleeds from dark lips.
A ghost song tears the night
God knows I'm damn right
Rise of a dead flower
Rise of a dead alive to kill
I'm not alone, no I'm not alone
A ghost song tears the night
God Knows I'm damn right
Rise of a dead flower
Rise of a dead alive to kill
Alive to kill, alive to kill
Fear, fear, fear on the battlefield
Rise of a dead flower
God knows I'm damn right

Written by:
Michel Alex

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