Snap, Crack, Pop to the woods we go.
To the woods we go, where to go? No one knows.
Inside there's a girl, scared and alone.
Alone with the roses, each buried in the rich soil.
The soil is healthy but burnt ones lay sacred beneath.
Lightening strikes again. You see the girl. Running for her life. When she nose dives to the ground.
Her shiver makes you cold. As you watch her lay among the ground of roses. You notice one by one each rose slowly dies. Making a perfect circle around her. The ground is now a peaceful, warm, sturdy resting spot.
Lightening strikes! Snap, crack, pop.
Snap, Crack, Pop to the woods we go.
To the woods we go, where to go? No one knows.
Inside there's a girl, scared and alone.
Alone with the roses, each buried in the rich soil.
The soil is healthy but burnt ones lay sacred beneath.
Inside that girl has fire burning internally. Never had this feeling before. It scares her.
What to do, but lay there. Wanting to just burn, burn with the flowers. Make peace with the soil.
Feel no pain, feel no worries, as I decompose my soul will surely purify.
With no warning she goes out like a light and ends with a boom.