A garden of evil
A garden of hell
A bunch of black roses
Where dead bodies fell
hate is formed
Form the sins of the dead
Listen closely
And you'll hear what is said
Take in thought
But don't come to near
For what you will see
Will have you running in fear
The souls of the wicked
Private emotion
Suffer Sadly to tell you that now I'm angry,
Of all the things I want to hear,
Read or say...sing or play,
Rent a car, and drives away...
Y do you have to say those things?
Secretly you are my best friend,
Openly you treat me like a stranger,
Roll a dice, and see what you get,
Reach out for me, dead I'll be...
Y can't you think about it?
Sick of life, is what I always hear,
Oops I'm dead, why aren't you here?
Rip me apart, and burn me in hell,
Ride a bike, to the town,
Y don't you do as I say?
Death is the way you think
death is the way you speak
death is the way you act
death is the thing you worship
death is the thing you believe
death is the thing you share
death was your life
death was your love
death was your dream
death is your life now
death is your master
death is your soul
death was your life
I was your girlfriend
you died and left me behind
you died inside and out you killed my soul and our love you died
I'm sad don't leave me alone your love is all I have no one can replace your love or you
death was your life
death was your love
death was your dream
I dread the pain you went through and the pain I went through the pain
through the days and nights I think of you and all the things we did and slowly drift off to sleep dreaming about you and our love.
