Preserved Roses

Scarlet now the color of blood
Ripped from the ground
With selfish thoughts
Oh the dying sound
Cutting away every single thorn
Without a feeling of mourn
Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
Scarlet once the color of
Sweet smelling petals
Now drained from all scent
Waiting for the bitter end
With a low and humble bow
You are all mine now
Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
Roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
And then at last
Preserved and dry pressed
Forever lasting, dried out and dead
Forever lasting, dried out and dead
Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
Roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
Which one will it be