Give to me your handful...
Handful of doomed roses... ( Oh your so cold...)
Sets full of fake poses... ( A smile faked and so old...)
A smile worth remembering in the lonely hours of the end.
Give to me your memory...
Memory of everyone you know... ( Oh your so cold...)
Friends you've let go... ( A memory so fake and so old...)
A smile worth nothing but the blood it shed in the end.
Drag me down in your vines,
distrust and broken lines...
Limits broken at best...
Spirits broken in test...
Like a beast commandeering the worlds broken minds...
Scriptures of her story across my chest...
Eclipsing and biblical in its best...
I'm the latest page but where are the rest?
Unbeliever, I still followed the signs.
( Chorus)
Her secrets... A machine built to kill your will and capture your fate!
Her thorn... A weapon built for your heart and your mind to intoxicate!
My blood... It flows deep...
It runs and boils...
I scream! ( Locked in my sleep...)
I weep! ( Locked in my sleep...)
I run! ( Locked in my sleep...)
I hide! ( Locked in my sleep...)
I die... Locked in my sleep...
Flower maiden with doomed roses... Handed to the innocent...
Upon which the vines will creep... Pulling them into descent...
Crushing them in their sleep... In a way roses were never meant...
From her kiss the venom will seep... ( Locked so deep in my sleep...)
( Save me!)
Give to me you awful...
Awful beast give me my life... ( Oh your so cold...)
Rid from me my strife... ( A life wasting and not so old...)
A life worth living unless you cut it halfway to the end...
Give to me your reason...
Reason for planting the thorn so deep... ( A knife so cold...)
Your last thoughts upon watching me weep... ( A knife so long and again so old...)
A life worth nothing to you but what it gives you in the end...
Fell me along with your fallen petals,
foliage and killing metals...
Drop me like I stand no chance...
Stop me for in life I should not advance... ( In your mind... So sick...)
Like a wind raising hell as your mind settles...
Crimson ink drips from my stance...
Writing her story in a single glance...
For her I fell without a simple chance...
Author of a book burning and to earth it settles.
( Chorus)
Through the garden I'm running from the girl I know is a harlot,
the colour of her rose is draining and her life a shade of scarlet...
Handing me nothing more then a faded rose...
Doomed flower that fate has chose...
Leeching from a life as it grows...
Deals no better judgement...
Then a punishment for its foes.
