Roses

Swirls of black smoke
rising in the air
our world's gonna choke
and we can't let it get there
imagine the light
imagine the wind
stand up and fight
for what you believe in
we've only got one shot
and we can't miss
so hurry before our blood clots
chances are slim but we can do this

A single black rose
in a field of red
begins to close
because it is dead
she dies alone
black in the colour
the path, it was shown
into the world of another
in the land of make believe
nothing is as it seems
you shall hardly be relieved
because it is the land of dreams
this is what I believe in
an entire world without sin

Roses painted on the walls
it feels so wrong
to walk these empty halls
where there used to be love, dance and song
so I dream what is real
and what is real shall become a dream
tis no longer what I feel
tis no longer what I mean

A single black rose
in a field of red
begins to close
because it is dead
she dies alone
black in the colour
the path, it was shown
into the world of another
in the land of make believe
nothing is as it seems
you shall hardly be relieved
because it is the land of dreams
this is what I believe in
an entire world without sin

A single black rose
in a field of red