The Roses Are Dead

I just don't know
You just don't know
Who will bring us down
Final heartbreak
Final mistake
And the fear of crown

Take your darkest living, hide it from yourself
We will end this war, it's our last romance

The roses are dead
The roses are dead
The roses are dead!

Kneel for me
Kneel for you
But we vanish fast
I'll take your hand
You'll take my hand
It's our last chance!

And we crying louder, but our gods don't hear
We are drowning now, make us disappear

The roses are dead
The roses are dead
The roses are dead!

And it's our last phrase
That we cry to the sky
And our life is erased
Because...

The roses are dead
The roses are dead
The roses are dead!


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