Pretty Little Flowers by Dandelion Massacre Lyrics

Quote from the song “Pretty Little Flowers” by Dandelion Massacre

I'm not interested in your explanations
You saw life brimming brightly with optimism and verve and you just-
Maybe your mother didn't love you enough, maybe the teacher didn't call on you in school when you had your little hand raised, maybe the pervert in the park had a present in his pants, huh? Well, I've got another theory
You're a weed
Society is filled with them. They're choking the life out of the all pretty flowers

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Pretty Little Flowers”

• Produced: Dandelion Massacre
• Written: Lokeigh, Dandelion Massacre
• Release Date: December 31, 2017

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Pretty Little Flowers” Released in 2017

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[Intro: Lt. Martel & Kramer]

I'm not interested in your explanations
You saw life brimming brightly with optimism and verve and you just-
Maybe your mother didn't love you enough, maybe the teacher didn't call on you in school when you had your little hand raised, maybe the pervert in the park had a present in his pants, huh? Well, I've got another theory
You're a weed
Society is filled with them. They're choking the life out of the all pretty flowers

[Verse 1]

It's my soul, it's my heart
It's my path to build or rip apart
And replant prеtty little flowers
So many pretty littlе flowers
It's my flesh, it's my eyes
It's my breath to keep or monetize
And join those pretty little flowers
So many ugly pretty flowers

[Chorus]

And it means nothin' to you
Ya got yer own thing to do
And it means nothin' to me

[Verse 2]

It's my mind, it's my lips
It's my love at yer fingertips
It's my hate, it's my lies
It's my masturbation that made me go blind

[Chorus]

And it means nothin' to you
Ya got yer own thing to do
I hope it's beautiful and free

[Bridge]

This is the crash
This the crash
I, Death, it's time to sell myself &
See how long I last

[Verse 3]

It's my fire, it's my stress
It's my panic-induced cigarette
That I keep ashing on your flowers
Then put it out on those same flowers
It's deaf ears to my rage
It's condescending replies when I say
"I'm not a pretty little flower
And I don't want your fucking flowers"

[Outro]

Yeah that means nothin' to me
I got my own thing to see
I hope it means something to you