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 cant 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
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 cant 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