She Smells Death Lyrics

Withering flowers,
Tuberose fragrance – suffocating...

The realm of sprouts can leave no one quite
Even in the night –
When they give out their sweet smell everywhere outside.
But there's one, who mimicry,
The daring brightness tries
To hide decrepitude and ugliness inside.
She belongs to earth, not to herself
And she thinks illusions will help.
She'll fight her fate
Till the end of her days.

Violets instead of the eyes –
The absurd attempts
To cheat the rules of life,
To get her beauty back.
The colored face lies,
The abyss attacks
Despite of all the tries,
She smells death!


Let the unnatural satin of her lips
Remind her of the petals
Which covered her nuptial bed in the garden.
But now it's more alike
To the stinking blood
Copulating to some rot in a carton.
The mask of a sad clown
Will make all the wishes down.
And once she's taken aback
By her life going away step by step.

It will never be like it was before –
The farther the harder, the worse the more.
The infirm limbs, depleted flesh,
It is the right time to go to trash.
Resistance to aging, self-delusion - stuff is used.
Bright colours confusion – a poor exuse.