Bed Of Roses

This isn't Venus, this isn't Apollo

It's not the advent of the bringer of light

The tides are pulling us deeper and deeper

Into the chaos of darkness and night

The cracks are showing, man the boats

Darkness is growing, put on your coat

I turn my back on these agents of chaos

I hate their smell and I don't trust their words

They come with doubt, with hate and suspicion

A wolf pack circling, and you are the herd

The cracks are showing, man the boats

Darkness is growing, put on your coat

I think the speed is making us shallow

Easy answers are never the best

The hole just seems like it keeps getting deeper

Y'all failin' the acid test

Why choose to do the work of the devil?

What would you reap from sowing discontent?

They've lit a fire in the bed of roses

Now flowers die in flaming arguments

The cracks are showing, man the boats

Darkness is growing, shit sure floats