Rose Gardens

Sometimes God's hands do the devils work No eating

No sleeping

Just fucking

Not breathing

God's hands they're squeezing the life of the weak and the needy The sick and the bleeding

The floorboards are creaking

The sirens are screaming

Your soul is fucking mine

All I know

My hands around your throat

I see the sin in your eyes

I feel the shame in your ghost

Your sins will show

When your host is exposed

Are you getting out of breath

'Cause Satan knows

You're thinking I'm losing it

The roses will grow where your body sits

How do I know that I'm done with this

I'm stacking these bones in my rose garden

Some will say I'm a

So clap your hands if you're a

Who would have thought I'd keep Oh yeah

You're thinking I'm losing it

The roses will grow where your body sits

How do I know that I'm done with this

I'm stacking these bones in my rose garden

And Satan knows Begin the massacre

No escaping God's hands to

No escaping God's hands to

You're thinking I'm losing it

The roses will grow where your body sits

How do I know that I'm done with this

I'm stacking these bones in my rose garden

You're thinking I'm losing it

The roses will grow where your body sits

How do I know that I'm done with this

In my rose garden In my rose garden