Red Roses
Do you know how it feels to be alone
When everyone says that you are the best
Do you want to see a rapture
Where the roses start to burst into flames
Perform blindfold to see better light
Sew staple closed lips to always smile
Pretend that the rose has no thorns
Pretend that there is no pain
Do you know how it feels to have no
Color when the skin is brown
Do you ask why you need a rapture
So all your problems would start to let go
Do as your told while you where the gold chain
Wish that its not true, hold your real breath
Funny that you think that this is pure
Fake plastic light foil grill
Rose smells like tobacco
Do you even know how to speak evil
Desperate attempt to better yourself
Do you even know how to speak evil
This might be another mistake
Grip tight as you rise
Writer/s: Volonte Noir
