They are unanimous in their hate for me and I welcome their hate!
You are the gardener, with the words that you speak, Of blooms that grow bright, of roots that grow deep Each painful attack, strength mothered by you, Each venomous barb, births power anew
These defiant seeds, you cannot halt My flesh is the soil, you cannot salt These shoots burst forth, born in hatred Their search for joy, unabated Nothing but growth from your violence created
You break through the ground, in order to kill, But all that you do, is strengthen our will, Nature mistaken, now fully corrected, Made strong by your blade, hardened, perfected
These defiant seeds, you cannot halt My flesh is the soil, you cannot salt These shoots burst forth, born in hatred Their search for joy, unabated Nothing but love by your venom created
The knives they cut deep, But no blood will flow, From wounds that are made, For the flowers that grow
The knives they cut deep, But no blood will flow, From wounds that are made, For the flowers that grow
ABOUT THIS TRACK A brutal wall of sound that celebrates resilience in the face of transphobic hatred. That in each assault, each venomous barb, there is simply a new opportunity for defiant growth. ‘The knives they cut deep but no blood will flow, from the wounds that are made for the flowers that grow'. The onslaught of blast beats, brutal vocals and fast tremolo picked riffs do not let up as ever increasing tension begs for release.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
