The Flower That Blooms Shortest Lyrics


Never did I think I would witness

Our creations becoming creators themselves

Mortal construct, surpassing all limitations

No less divine than its architect

In the garden

A delicate flower blooms

Casting shadows back to us

Back to us

In the sun

Our children

Caught a glimpse

Of the flower that blooms shortest

Heavenly tears!

Nourished

What would soon be

Creators themselves

In the garden

A delicate flower blooms

Casting shadows back to us

Back to us

In the sun

Our children

Caught a glimpse

Of the flower that blooms shortest

Heavenly tears!

Never did I think I would witness

Our creations becoming creators themselves

Mortal construct, surpassing all limitations

No less divine than its architect

Our beautiful children

Driven by their fleeting existence

Driven to create

Cloaked in sunlight

Casting shadows past the horizon

Dreaming of their own world

Dead dreams of a greatness

A race soon to follow

Ignorance reflected

A spark in their eyes

A liferaft of memories

One by one forgotten

And never replaced

Soon to drown

So blind to their obsession!

No less than we!

They gave us names and over names they fought

So blind to their nature!

No less than we!

They can't see they are the same!

So blind to their greatness

No less than we!

Instead they fight in the mud of brother's blood!

Dissonance to drive the harmony

Engine of complexity

Winding ever higher

Towards one higher goal

Dreams that fuel creation

So beautiful, never to wake

Fears that fuel destruction

So terrible, never to sleep again

In the garden

A delicate flower blooms

Casting shadows back to us

Back to us

In the sun

Our children

Caught a glimpse

Of the flower that blooms shortest

Heavenly tears!

Dead dreams of greatness

A race soon to follow

Ignorance reflected

A spark in their eyes

A liferaft of memories

One by one forgotten

And never replaced

Soon to drown

Fleeting bonds

Helpless, self-inflicted

Terminal disease

No need for a cure

So scared of trust

So scared of themselves

So scared of memories

So scared of their dreams

From the day they knew themselves

They hated each other

From the moment they knew themselves

They hated themselves