Eighteen Visions - Dead Rose lyrics

Smell the rose. Sweet inspiration. Does it make you want to f**? Then go f** yourself. You're scarred with imperfection, but aren't we all? Harder. Does it feel good? Oh how we love the pain. Consume. Buy yourself love. Love doesn't want you. It hurts, but I was born into this. love hurts. Makes me hate you. make me f** them. Corrupt minds, thoughts and feelings beauty. f** it hard. Harder. f** me. I have. our love is dead. Pain orchestrates this art. Sometimes I feel, but I can't feel. Unwanted by my virgin. And I'll slice my throat on a thorn of the dead rose you left me with. And on our last kiss, she leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. dead rose.