Rullbrã¤h Lyrics - Root

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 butterfly 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 . . .