The Red Flower

A barren womb, reluctant barriers of the future
This empty tomb filled with poisoned seeds
Once giving life, trouble dwells here now

Careless tending, the fruit of lies and whims
These flowers wilting, full of things they didn't need
Petals seek the Sun as ashes fall

Shedding our nature, a pale and shadowed love
Thorn in the garden, a hastened act of lust
Free falling you're most beautiful

The red flower, its beauty blossoming
The chains of creation laid to waste
Upheld on an altar, a nest, a shrine
Oh, with Saturn's rejection
Are we truly defined?

No offspring will cast a shadow on her bloom
No masculinity will ever steal her womb
Long-standing, bending, aching stems
Unwanted seedlings, the soil takes your sin
Takes your sin

The red flower, its beauty blossoming
The chains of creation laid to waste
Upheld on an altar, a nest, a shrine
Oh, with Saturn's rejection
Are we truly defined?

Oh, oh, with Saturn
Are we truly defined?
Oh, with Saturn's rejection
Are we truly defined?

Are we truly defined?