Rose Dripping Blood

The seed is polluted, open wound of lies

This can’t be for real, CROSS THE LINE

Paint on the wall is chipping, False truths start wearing thin

Lust to live forever, NOW’S THE END




Break the seal, lick the wound

Enwrap the sun, elipse the moon

The bitter rose is just the same

Smells as sweet by any name


Prick of thorns, body starts to shake

Waking up from the madness, falling straight down

Forgiveness is procrastination, Bleeding down the Stem

She loves me She loves me not, The lights getting dim




Falling of sweet angels, halos breaking down

Tears of blood pouring, spread the wings and fly

Fighting for a breath, ripping of the skin

Vision of what is left behind, NOW THIS IS THE END



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