The Red Flower

A barren womb, reluctant barriers of the future
 This empty tomb filled with poisoned seeds
 Once giving life, trouble dwells here now
 Careless tending, the fruit of lies and whims
 These flowers wilting, full of things they didn't need
 Petals seek the Sun as ashes fall
 Shedding our nature, a pale and shadowed love
 Thorn in the garden, a hastened act of lust
 Free falling you're most beautiful
 The red flower, its beauty blossoming
 The chains of creation laid to waste
 Upheld on an altar, a nest, a shrine
 Oh, with Saturn's rejection
 Are we truly defined?
 No offspring will cast a shadow on her bloom
 No masculinity will ever steal her womb
 Long-standing, bending, aching stems
 Unwanted seedlings, the soil takes your sin
 Takes your sin
 The red flower, its beauty blossoming
 The chains of creation laid to waste
 Upheld on an altar, a nest, a shrine
 Oh, with Saturn's rejection
 Are we truly defined?
 Oh, oh, with Saturn
 Are we truly defined?
 Oh, with Saturn's rejection
 Are we truly defined?
 Are we truly defined?