Your Roses Will Burn lyrics

Song information

Artist: Wounded
Album: The Art Of Grief

Lyrics

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