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