There was once a lady in the Rose garden
Who committed a beautiful sin.
She swore to love the roses with all her heart
But had her eyes open as she kissed the oath.
For better or worse, she tried to escape the garden.
Instantly, the thorns passionately struck her throat
And her body heavily caressed the handsome ground.
The rose stem slowly embraced her into effervescence.

There was once, and only once, a lady in the rose garden.

If my fingers traced your mind
(Like its pages were a book)
Like there was something to find,
Would you treat me like a crook?

Would you throw me against a wall,
Stare deep in my mind
And realise you are blind?

He begs me to open my fist
Just so he can see it
He doesn’t even need to touch it.
He just needs to know it’s there.

I always kiss him with my fist clenched
He feels its rocky tension in each hug
“Open your fist,” he begs.
But I always simply shake my head.

One day, I was moved by the suffering in his eyes
And I opened my fist.
“Where is it?!” He shook me
Like it would fall out my shadow.

I whisper, “I lent it to someone who never returned it.
I have none left to give you. I’m sorry but I can’t love you.”

Time fills Love’s cup with lies,
As Love tells me it will be alright.
Time fills Desire’s cup with lies,
As Desire tells me it’s what I want.
Time fills their cups with lies,
As Hatred and Envy say they care.
Time fills my cup with lies,
And tells me to turn my head right.
Time fills my cup with lies,
And tells me there’s no one there.
Time fills my cup with lies,
And I say I’m not scared.
Time fills his cup with lies
And Fear knocks it over,
“Time fills your cup with lies
His words you must not sip.”
Time drops the entire *** in front of me
And tells me not to listen to Fear.

But I know Death sits on my right
Waiting for the moment I sip those lies.

Make the corset tighter!
For he already took my breath away.

Mark my lips ****!
For he's already seen my heart naked.

Raise my hair to the heavens!
For my head is already in the clouds.

Don't get make-up on the dress!
For I've already made my mark on him.

Slip the promise on my finger!
For I'm getting married today.

My Silence is Loud
The humming of the generator
Along with the whispers of the crowd,
The gentle breeze snores
Along with clapping of the doors.

My Silence is Loud
The humming of the Death
Along with the whispers of Deceit,
Ancient Honour snores
Along with clapping of the Time.