Withering of flowers and dark thunders

Verse One:
Withering of flowers and dark thunders
Half time goes by
The unforgiving grim reaper
And I’m heading into a crisis

Chorus:
The desolate air of death
It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time
Long black hair and purple charming eye of lady GMR b
Suddenly this crazy world made more sense to me

Verse Two:
Made me see through the viscitudes of life and took me to the gates of hell
Misty water-colored memories
HEAVENS GATE PAVED WITH RAW GOLD AND BONES
Put your name on the line

Chorus
The desolate air of death
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking to you, to you
Long black hair and purple charming eye of lady GMR b
And when you do you’ll know how it was meant to be