Preserved Roses

(альбом: Fractured Fairytales - 2017)

Scarlet now the colour of blood ripped from the ground
With selfish thoughts
Ooh, the dying sound
Cutting away every single thorn
Without a feeling of mourn...

Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Ooh, I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Ooh, which one will it be?

Scarlet once the colour of sweet-smelling petals
Now drained from all scents
Waiting for the bitter end
With a low and humble bow
You are all mine now...

Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Ooh, I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Ooh, which one will it be?
Roses, greedy and cruel
Ooh, I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Ooh, 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

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
Ooh, I'm coming for you
Roses, greedy and cruel
Ooh, I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Ooh, which one will it be?
Roses, greedy and cruel
Ooh, I'm coming for you, oh
Roses, wandering free
Ooh, which one will it be?
Which one will it be?