Wow...what bitter rose smells like my feet?
It\'s a nasty lusciousness that you cannot defeat!
Crack my body, and touch my spirit;
What can you take from these luscious walls?
Oh the philosophy of sexual taste...do I
taste like your other lovers?
Speak to me in high frequencies
Behold the kingdom of hell...
Oh perfect rose, why must you fall?
Why must you fall from a bitter grace?
If love is spirited, what does it mean?
I demand for our worlds to be seen!
Truthtellers come and go, yet the world is at hand
I bow down to a god that is forceful...
For a man thinks he\'s god if he\'s narcissistic...the bitter taste of this rose conceals
Well the earth shakes
In this bedroom of confessions,
I dare to breathe at fault\'s end
And validation is a drug that is meaningless
Do you think you should crack my back some more?
Oh brilliant roses shall die for their men
For men die for pretty women all the time,
For pretty women are deadly, such as I;
I need this therapy to fulfill my heart
Am I narcissistic to the world at large?
Feed me! Feed me utter despair!
Rock me gently in your arms!
For you are a naked poetry
With bitter words...
Oh does your body hurt?
You wasted lies on me, yes you did
Watching pornographic sites in your dreams
And somehow you are the psychopath
I\'ve always envisioned
If this is crap, this is crap at its best
I\'ve always loved you in the mirror
Does it hurt to be exposed?
I walk down the street with fifty roses,
For which rose am I?
Well I don\'t care anymore,
For I am heaven\'s sacrifice;
You turn me on, for you are dead
And I am dead as well
Let us smash our graves together
And make the earth explode...
For desperate dreams never die
You narcissist,
I hope you explore my depth.
What color rose do you think I am, ma\'am?
Do you think my name is Sam?
Do you think I like ham?
Well that is total monstrosity!
I hope you live to be dead
You turn me on.