Root - Rullbräh lyrics

Blackie / Big Boss Rullbrh : I'm learning the anxiety of happiness, it seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise urge to birth a harbinger of bu*terfly flight. Rullbrh : Glory of spite, delight of blood, Happiness of happy - go luckies and the forever mute, of strong only in beauty and vulnerability living in the sorrow of their souls. Propeth : I come acorss happiness without looking for it, lost in the bottom of bitterness in the garden of faded flowers. Rullbrh : I'm listening to the whispering of voices, about the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes, solitude agitates my heart. Rullbrh and Prophet : I will no longer, may be when I wake up . . .