Black Roses
Today they die, all my hopes died, my world is upside down and with it I die, yeah, tonight is my last night, bleed black as hard as I can, spill it all, enjoy the pain, feel the burn, spill it all who cares?
Run, rivers, run, run till there's no more, run untill life itself is gone. Darker than ebony, what a beautifull rose, the prettiest of it's kind. Red means love, black means death and tonight they mean the same.
When love dies, the only thing left are lies, lies separates victims and tears them apart, one, two, he loves me not, three,four he loves me more... nine, ten he loves me not. Black roses all around waiting for the big finale, when the rivers rund dry they will cry.
Black roses dressed in red, and all so perfect and yet not at all, keep on going it's near, huh I can't feel my arms but I can see the rivers are slowing down, run keep on, my friends in your eyes take me with you, take me home, finally the rivers have stop.
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