Dreaming of flowers Hot skin and ropes It hurts more every time Picking up roses Covered in thorns The scent will lead our path Bleeding my guts out Tearing the walls The night sky is our world This flesh grows colder My hands are torn I could wait for eons In the stone cold floor Of the cell I dwell Never did I sleep Always digging down Tunnels through my hell Reaching for your heaven In the stone cold floor Of the cell you built I had time to spare Growing back my wings Hear the night sky roar Calling us one more time It's in our blood