Funeral / Parade of Roses

Grown accustomed to the thorn
Piercing through this shade of empty
Another victim's always born
To see their feelings thrown
Into the spiral

Look what it's come to
But it's cold here without you
Bury the roses as the casket closes
Hopeless endeavor
Now it's time that we sever
Bury the roses as the casket closes

Grown accustomed to the thorn
Piercing through this shade within me
Another victim's always born
To see their feelings thrown
Into the spiral