Your are the most delicate rose, and the most deadly sea
You were born by hate, and live by greed
Your laughter is the harsh winter wind
Your breath, it is the most bitter cold
When you awake from your sleep
It is one of us who will sink down deep
You will drag us under for all our sins
While we are filled with so much hope in our last minutes
But its useless we know, you have made up your mind
There is no hope, at least none that we will find
Goodbye to all we love, hello to all we hate
All you need to do is leave your heart and soul at the gate
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Your are the most delicate rose, and the most deadly sea
You were born by hate, and live by greed
Your laughter is the harsh winter wind
Your breath, it is the most bitter cold
When you awake from your sleep
It is one of us who will sink down deep
You will drag us under for all our sins
While we are filled with so much hope in our last minutes
But its useless we know, you have made up your mind
There is no hope, at least none that we will find
Goodbye to all we love, hello to all we hate
All you need to do is leave your heart and soul at the gate
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