lyrics
Come close and feel the roar, the distant angels call.
There is no right or wrong inside of a black hole.
You think that all this matters?
Wake up and smell the flowers.
We're the professional hypocrites but it's okay.
It's okay.
You asked me 'are you scared of the broken hands of god?'
You said 'they're far away from us, so far away from us.'
Assuming I was flattered; you kiss the broken flower and put it to my nose.
The smell had me so stoned.
So stoned.
Time will bless our souls, when mars will eat us alive.
The only thing that can make us whole.
Is all the planets colliding right into each other.
credits
from
Letters From Mars,
released December 23, 2010
All music composed and produced by Ziko Ghost.
All lyrics written by Ziko Ghost.
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