The Wilde Flowers - Opeth

The Wilde Flowers

Opeth

Lyrics:

Sun hangs high, I turn away

Failure underground

Heart is sick and fever is high

Waiting for a sound

Like a trail of insects to me

I watch them from afar

Feeding, breeding, scheming

Tell me I am wrong

Hiding from discovery

Staring down into the ground

Had they seen the posion in me

A tide of spite wound be found

Moving faster lingering gaze

Feasting on my sanity

A grain of sand against endless waves

A wish for the slaughter of conformity

Blinding light as the flames grow higher

Searing skin on a funeral pyre

Blinding light as the flames grow higher

Searing skin on a funeral pyre

Inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed

Blinding light as the flames grow higher

Searing skin on a funeral pyre

Blinding light as the flames grow higher

Searing skin on a funeral pyre

Blinding light and the flames grow higher

Searing skin on a funeral pyre

Should I speak and they'll call me a liar

I'll retreat to my funeral pyre

My sanctuary, a thousand centuries

I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting

I'm not waiting

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Letra:

El sol cuelga alto, me doy la vuelta

Fracaso subterráneo

El corazón está enfermo y la fiebre es alta

Esperando un sonido

Como un rastro de insectos para mí

Los miro desde lejos

Alimentando, criando, maquinando

Dime que estoy equivocado

Escondiéndose del descubrimiento

Mirando al suelo

¿Habían visto la posición en mí?

Una marea de despecho se encuentra herida

Moviéndose más rápido, mirada persistente

Festejando mi cordura

Un grano de arena contra olas interminables

Un deseo por la matanza de la conformidad

Luz cegadora a medida que las llamas crecen más