(Verse One)
No more fussing
The time is coming
Your memories
Will flow away
Nothing will stay
And that's okay
It's time to move
To the next plane
(Chorus)
Belongings, abandoned
Desire for breakdown
And flowers, they bloom
Where the dead lay
(Verse Two)
Your idea
It's decaying
And your status
Is slowly waning
Watching the color
Slowly wash away
You're withering
At a constant rate
No more fussing
The time is coming
Your memories
Will flow away
Nothing will stay
And that's okay
It's time to move
To the next plane
(Chorus)
Belongings, abandoned
Desire for breakdown
And flowers, they bloom
Where the dead lay
(Verse Two)
Your idea
It's decaying
And your status
Is slowly waning
Watching the color
Slowly wash away
You're withering
At a constant rate
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