A Rose To Babylon

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.