Flower Child Songtext / Lyric

I wasn't a flower child, I was a mistake

A one night stand with a faceless man

I'm the excrement of a poor decision



Never to give the guidance in the right direction

I'm the floater, the faceless, the excrement

Search the lands, try to find just one man

How deep does one hunt

Till the search is deemed worthless

The head sitting on my shoulders is filled with sick

I wish that I could vomit out my discontent

A dime a dozen throw another one overboard



Pull the chord

Nothings going to change

Make amends, understand you are never going to find him






Bury the thoughts

No remorse, someday you'll learn

He is gone

This faceless man to never return

Cut the chord time will blur your discontent

Soon enough you will learn to live life without them

Depths of disgust some for the better some for worse

No one will know your pain without a father



Pull the chord

Nothings going to change

Make amends, understand you are never going to find him



Let it go

A life filled with horrid thoughts

This depression left you out in the cold

Life goes on for the better for the worse

You can let it stew or Bury it in the past