Oh can you bless,
The growing season knows best,
The graden of eden filled with thorns,
Oh can you tell why,
The simple things you speak,
Roses at my feet,
Oh can you feel me,
Vimpires bite me and I bleed,
Roses cutting my hands only as I sleep,
Oh can you tell me,
Dieing all alone,
Roses bleed for me as you breath,
Let me bleed to death,
Wrapping tightly the thorns of fait,
Kill me without no mistake,
As my grave faids away let me still see the roses of eden,
Gates of heaven let me in,
As I killed myself I lay on the floor,
Let me excites no more,
As you die for me my roses die...
The growing season knows best,
The graden of eden filled with thorns,
Oh can you tell why,
The simple things you speak,
Roses at my feet,
Oh can you feel me,
Vimpires bite me and I bleed,
Roses cutting my hands only as I sleep,
Oh can you tell me,
Dieing all alone,
Roses bleed for me as you breath,
Let me bleed to death,
Wrapping tightly the thorns of fait,
Kill me without no mistake,
As my grave faids away let me still see the roses of eden,
Gates of heaven let me in,
As I killed myself I lay on the floor,
Let me excites no more,
As you die for me my roses die...
