Beauty Short Lived

every rose has its thorns
you think something is wonderful
and then it bleeds out gore
fooled by an image
you could never be
it seems that everyone here is so naive

this lifestyle will only get you so far
and when your stranded
in the middle of nowhere
as the dusk consumes and fog swells
at your feet
no one will hear you scream

the holder of life
the one in the underground
well he laughs at your pain
karma is nothing but a game
you think you know
oh so well
but honey i hate to tell you
we're going straight to hell

no one cares
no one knows
you think you know best
and then you fall
no one cared
everyone knows
you think you know best
and then your gone