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Make Them Suffer - Neverbloom
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[Verse]
A single tear from the elms
of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth and
the soil breathes one final desperate, breath of life
Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy
and hope explode from the water-bead
Undying, undimming,
before shattering to dust, before shattering (to dust)

These woods have no memory
of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew
And all I can hear through the
deafening silence are the moaning trees
It was Morrow who cursed this place
Now, cheerless and stagnant it screams (scream)
in the night, so we hearken the cries
from the heart of the wood

I linger on in doubt, darkness comes early down here
Wishing upon ages (ages), these flowers will someday bloom

[Chorus]
I'd wait here forever (forever)
just to see, just to see these flowers bloom
They never bloom

[Verse 2]
You fucking betrayed us,
in these woodlands we wove,
dreaming amidst the groves
Morrow, no one could stop us,
although, now the orchards no longer grow
So I'll reclaim the throne of woe

I'm starting to count the stars by myself,
and this winter is eating away at my soul
I'll always remember the day
I was stabbed in the back
I'll always remember the day
I was stabbed in the back (in the back)

Just like teardrops, the limbs of the dying
trees began to fall, one by one
Just like teardrops, the limbs of the dying
trees began to fall
Now let me sleep, let me sleep in this garden that never blooms

[Verse]
A single tear from the elms
of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth and
the soil breathes one final desperate, breath of life
Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy
and hope explode from the water-bead
Undying, undimming,
before shattering to dust, before shattering (to dust)

These woods have no memory
of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew
And all I can hear through the
deafening silence are the moaning trees
And so here I will wait for the spring,
in the garden of tears (tears)
If you listen in the night, you hearken the cries
from the heart of the wood

And so here, I will wait
until my last dying days
Wishing upon ages (ages)
these flowers will someday bloom

[Chorus]
I'd wait here forever (forever)
just to see, just to see these flowers bloom
They never bloom
I'd wait here forever just to see, just to see these flowers bloom
They never bloom
I'd wait here forever
Just to see these flowers bloom

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