In the corner of a table
Lies a faded rose
A faded red rose
It lays as it has layed
For years
Letting time wear it down
It doesn't care
Hands reach out
Without a reason
Crush and bruise its faded petals
Destroying what was left
Of something beautiful
People may ask
What is this faded rose?
No
The question is
Who?
Who is this faded rose?
Every person you taunted
Every person you tormented
Every person you shunned
We are here
We are back
With a rose of our own
A black rose
And it calls for you
The Rose Of Death
Calls for you
There can be no ignoring
Now it's your turn
To be torn apart
The Rose Of Death
Will see to that
For every word you sreamed
It will scream
A hundred thousand more
For every blow you dealt
Comes ten more
Everything returns tenfold
By The Rose Of Death
Requested
By
All
The Faded Roses
You crushed
And
Tore.
Lies a faded rose
A faded red rose
It lays as it has layed
For years
Letting time wear it down
It doesn't care
Hands reach out
Without a reason
Crush and bruise its faded petals
Destroying what was left
Of something beautiful
People may ask
What is this faded rose?
No
The question is
Who?
Who is this faded rose?
Every person you taunted
Every person you tormented
Every person you shunned
We are here
We are back
With a rose of our own
A black rose
And it calls for you
The Rose Of Death
Calls for you
There can be no ignoring
Now it's your turn
To be torn apart
The Rose Of Death
Will see to that
For every word you sreamed
It will scream
A hundred thousand more
For every blow you dealt
Comes ten more
Everything returns tenfold
By The Rose Of Death
Requested
By
All
The Faded Roses
You crushed
And
Tore.

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