Babbling Flower

Dead Meadow

Babel, confusion, disbelief
Sliding across the floor to me
Watching with fanged teeth
Gibbering flower, Babbling mouther
Cast no eye's on me
I will not be what it is that you eat
Love cover me
The things that you want dance around you
Until beauty puts her end upon you


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