Wilted flowers line the way
They dance in the mud and sway in the rain
They can sense the earthquake
Days before I do

I want to be buried
In my own
Little grave
Without any flowers
Without any name

Same old story
New tragic dance
Move with my fingertips
Always locked in a trance

Can't drown my pride or hang my head
Hound of hell
Evil motherfucker
I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead
Lone wolf
Evil motherfucker

Self hating seeds
Planted long before me
Have grown to split the center of my being
Wise blood
Must run through my veins
Pumping and swirling
Making me sing
Wise blood
Have no doubt
Wise blood
Inside and out
Wise blood

Can't drown my pride or hang my head
Hound of hell
Evil motherfucker
I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead
Lone wolf
Evil motherfucker

Wilted flowers line the way
They dance in the mud and sway in the rain
They can sense the earthquake
Days before I do

I want to be buried
In my own
Little grave
Without any flowers
Without any name

Same old story
New tragic dance
Move with my fingertips
Always locked in a trance

Can't drown my pride or hang my head
Hound of hell
Evil motherfucker
I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead
Lone wolf
Evil motherfucker
When the sky folds up
And then the moon falls down

As the seas dry up
To reveal hollow ground

I'll still be me

Wise blood