Flower

Flower
All of seventeen
Eyes a purple green
Treated like a Queen, she was
On borrowed self esteem
She would do a dance
A painful masquerade
Spinning you into her web
Along her vain parade

In her uniform
Studded brass and steel
Kissing lipstick, napkin stains
And smearing sincerity
Along her vain parade
Along her veins
Time crept up on her
She's early gray
Her reflection looks concerned
As flowers hit her grave
En 'Flower' de Soundgarden, la letra nos sumerge en la historia de una joven de diecisiete años tratada como una reina, pero con una autoestima prestada. Se describe su actuación frente a los demás como una dolorosa farsa, envolviéndolos en su red durante su vanidoso desfile...