That thorny twisted piece of nature That is always there, That haunting figment of life That causes total despair. Weaving in and around your life Like a parasite, It's starting to take control, You have to stand up and fight!
The Black Rose wants you to cry, The Black Rose wants you to die, The Black Rose yearns for your anguish, The Black Rose wants you to perish.
The Black Rose commands your actions As if you were a slave, Die with this evil force and it'll Follow you to your grave. You can't heal your scars So your heart will continue to bleed, It just grows stronger and taller Like an eternal weed.
Life being extracted from Your very heart and soul, Leaving but emptiness To fill that dark hole. This Black Rose does not feed On water, sunlight, or soil, 'Cause it indulges in your Mournfulness and turmoil.
Finally an answer emerges To end these fears, A special person whom you love Can wipe away your tears. But no one wants to love someone Who has all of this pain, So the Black Rose will continue To drive you insane.