Alpine Meadow
A modern yet traditional take on carnation flowers, symbolizing love and affection. A block printed design inspired by indian prints.
Your blades are sharpened with precision, flashing your favorite point of view. I know you're waiting in the distance, just like you always do—just like you always do. Already pulling me in, already under my skin. And I know exactly how this ends.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping for what I won't receive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
Going around like a revolver; it's been decided how we lose. 'Cause there's a fire under the altar I keep on lying to—I keep on lying to. Already pulling me in, already under my skin. And I know exactly how this ends.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping for what I won't receive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part of... part of. I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part of... part of. I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping—so fucking naive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
The emptiness machine... I only wanted to be part of something. The emptiness machine... I only wanted to be part of. The emptiness machine.
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A modern yet traditional take on carnation flowers, symbolizing love and affection. A block printed design inspired by indian prints.
Your blades are sharpened with precision, flashing your favorite point of view. I know you're waiting in the distance, just like you always do—just like you always do. Already pulling me in, already under my skin. And I know exactly how this ends.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping for what I won't receive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
Going around like a revolver; it's been decided how we lose. 'Cause there's a fire under the altar I keep on lying to—I keep on lying to. Already pulling me in, already under my skin. And I know exactly how this ends.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping for what I won't receive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part of... part of. I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part of... part of. I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping—so fucking naive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
The emptiness machine... I only wanted to be part of something. The emptiness machine... I only wanted to be part of. The emptiness machine.
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A modern yet traditional take on carnation flowers, symbolizing love and affection. A block printed design inspired by indian prints.
Your blades are sharpened with precision, flashing your favorite point of view. I know you're waiting in the distance, just like you always do—just like you always do. Already pulling me in, already under my skin. And I know exactly how this ends.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping for what I won't receive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
Going around like a revolver; it's been decided how we lose. 'Cause there's a fire under the altar I keep on lying to—I keep on lying to. Already pulling me in, already under my skin. And I know exactly how this ends.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping for what I won't receive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part of... part of. I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part of... part of. I only wanted to be part of something. I only wanted to be part.
I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleed; gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping—so fucking naive, falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
The emptiness machine... I only wanted to be part of something. The emptiness machine... I only wanted to be part of. The emptiness machine.