RandomWalk - The Rose | Текст песни

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• The Rose

Midnight twisting.
Jasmine scent and roses.
Gently breathing.
Binding up my little hands.

Five years of age and the pious cleansing crept with wicked scorn.
Ten years of creaking doors and vomit flavored bedspreads torn.

And then you rose,
So frantic For murder.
Dementia sprouting wings.
The howling, surrender,
And countless needle-stings.

They come at night in brightest white.
Hold still my dear, there is nothing to fear.
They come at night in golden light.
Lie still my dear… Roses coming near.

Light- footed bane force-feeding lies that keep the beast at bay.
White garment mistress tightening bonds so I won’t fly away.

And then you rose,
So frantic For murder.
Dementia sprouting wings.
The howling, surrender,
And countless needle-stings.

Reset the board and enter
A newborn maker
Withered mind crossed the line
(As if) By hells design

Midnight twisting.
Jasmine scent and roses.
Gently breathing.
Binding up my tired hands.