I am a rose in kryptonite, bleeding like the ulcer
Sometimes I am so drained
I lose sight of my memory
For the rose of a lover never ends
And a swarm of bees are resistant
I chase their honey away because I am bitter
There is no time for me now
For romance is underway
And the chards of my lover have gone
Oh wear my resistance away, why don\'t you?
For brilliant philosophies are scorned
And the gates of hell
Are coming back to play,
Where is heaven\'s plague? Of course
With all the brilliance in the air
A wild thing has come to lust
And the fever\'s ear is unjust;
Of all the riches and glory
The government foresees nothing
And all the king\'s horses
And all the king\'s men
Shall never put a broken heart
Back together again,
For the lover\'s reign has surely missed
And to drive is to drive myself between a wedge
Of homemade crackers
And homemade stew,
Oh if only I knew.
What unfair mama
Is love in a slain?
Oh mama bring me pain; for I am the slain
And what shall become of tomorrow\'s rain?
For I linger in the hopes of love
The hopes of tomorrow,
For in the streets I am livid
Oh where is France to shine the scrutiny of my mind?
For I have left the world behind
There is no target left
Only Cupid\'s waking arrow,
Why shall I exist now?
And Cupid has a unibrow, isn\'t she so lovely?
For the beauty of pain is mesmerizing
I shall die a lonely soul--
And my house shall be made of wood
So the winds can knock it down
And my heart beats chivalry
In the midst of the dead
And the man in the corner
Is dead...
They say that a silver rose
Is covered in snow
For its lightness never shines through,
And desperately I am in awe of you, again
What a terrifying composition I have composed
For the music is starting to linger
On the shuffle boards,
Let us play cards as you wish--
And deeply the man cries in sorrow
Oh what a fetish it seems
To love and to love alone in an empty house
The sparrow has flown
And the dogs sniffle to the beat of the drums
For I can only hope heaven\'s way;
And to all the dead poets
Who still linger on,
The world is a catalyst
For your dreams--
And I am not the psycho I used to be
Hoping for unicorns and playful trees,
For I am the sexy siren that bleeds
For the scathing beauty of America--
I linger in the hopes of love
Just to hope for love alone.