Every time the streets are weary
I look to my heart for guidance
For a baring tree is a baring tree
And the heart is made of stone
Why does this rose seem to care
When it is being plucked and tortured?
I dare to find another way
But love is love...
The rose in Babylon is being mistreated!
Such bullies and bears galore,
I find my heart to be in Babylon
Such peace doesn\'t exist!
For a rose is a rose in Babylon
There is no rest for the wicked
For I find my heart stuck once again
Between two wars the sun comes up
There is no strength within the enabler!
I walk the streets, and they are mad!
The children don\'t even want to play anymore
Behold, all the world\'s at fault
For all the world is a wicked stage
Oh steer me from the roses of treason
True love has never felt this lost
I want to kill myself for love!
I want a private rosebeam...
For I want my rose to beam so bright,
So bright it shall ignite!
I never seen a rosebeam fly,
I never seen it fly so high!
For Babylon is in the streets
It kills me in defeat,
For what is love tailored in despair?
The sweetest kiss shall be death
For death spars with the unknown
I have traveled so far for this
And when the rosebeam flies
Will death occur?
Will all be slayed in the fire?
For I am Babylon, and he is he
Whomever is slayed in the fire!
The little voice inside my head
Is spiraling with delight
The psychedelic waves that wake the dead...
Oh there\'s fire in my eyes!
You will not get away with this...the madmen of them all!
For I love you with all my might, I think
And I think so well
With all my might
The lovely bells have swarmed away
For the sound of death is appealing to my ear
I cannot keep my body from sighing
And whose man is inspired by patience
When the category doesn\'t fill the wealth?
I am dying to inspire whomever this is
For the bodies of water are gleaming
Is this goodbye
Or is this Babylon
Returning to its rightful fruits?
Oh Babylon, dear Babylon!
A rose has been granted to you
For death is just as pretty as poetry
Fulfilling the pages of sin...
The fallen queen, the fallen scene
The fallen scheme of Babylon!
For I am Babylon
And I am bleak,
Kill me with a rose that is fair.
To kill a rose would be fair
I am brokenhearted,
For people are the power of Babylon
What wicked love is in store?
I had my heart broken more than once
And it hurts to be a human...
I feel like Babylon is my insane asylum
I am forever trapped in my torment.