Pink Roses
Quelle: Spotify
You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken
You're asking me when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty
Blacker then my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all
Pink, pink, roses, roses
Nomad, drowning rat, black, black
So black you can't even grasp the fact
Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to raise us all
Lead with your need as God descends
Pink, pink, roses, roses
Cold in the ground
What gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown
I wanna clench you, stab you, fucking waste, film you
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