Your Roses Will Burn -

I admit…

I’ve walked with sunrise consumers

Destroyers of beautiful dreams

A rose selling class,.

banishes

Breed fear amongst the frail

Burning,.

the flames will burn your altitude

They murder pride for money and even souls for more

They who call funeral visits a time wasting whore…

I regret…

Souls being stabbed with my knifes of a kind not yet banished

Invisible, yet not invincible

Still awake I was put to sleep

Greenhouse salesmen made my heart weep deep

And made of me an evil angel who eats your frailty for greed

When revolutions are calling, you’ll be the first ones hanging

Yet awoken I bring flames upon you in your nightmares

Upon you a storm for you and your kind

Fuck you, and your kin

For they are also damned by blindness

Fuck you, and your class

Seek for thyself another life for we are eating it

We’ll eat it away