Violent Roses
Violent Roses.
A knock on your door
A stab in the back
Roses at your feet
What a waste.
Disregarding the signs
Such a disgrace
Whip that look off your face
This is a murder scene.
We’ll go down in the town’s history
Rose bullets raining down
We’re going to fall.
What a tragedy
She had such a pretty face
To bad its over
Here they come.
Over the horizon
Sirens in the distant
Hand in hand
As we collapse to the ground.
Dragged off
Put side by side
So far down
Yet, our souls are even farther.
Our graves surrounded by such violent roses.
Dark shades hiding our remains.
Internal rest shall take place
For our bodies, but not our actions.
We’re going down in this little town’s history.
A knock on your door
A stab in the back
Roses at your feet
What a waste.
Disregarding the signs
Such a disgrace
Whip that look off your face
This is a murder scene.
We’ll go down in the town’s history
Rose bullets raining down
We’re going to fall.
What a tragedy
She had such a pretty face
To bad its over
Here they come.
Over the horizon
Sirens in the distant
Hand in hand
As we collapse to the ground.
Dragged off
Put side by side
So far down
Yet, our souls are even farther.
Our graves surrounded by such violent roses.
Dark shades hiding our remains.
Internal rest shall take place
For our bodies, but not our actions.
We’re going down in this little town’s history.