Roses

How can you still ignore what's around When the truth is right in front of your eyes? How loud do you want them to scream? How much more blood has to be spilled? You can hide as long as you want Before the wolves will knock on your door Betrayer, raise your glass Filled with the blood of those you left behind Chase the bone in the sigh of bliss And keep thinking that you are not the sheep The sound of sirens stuck in their heads The sound of violence can't be repressed In the eye of the storm, peaceful and unarmed They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns How loud do you want them to scream? How much more blood has to be spilled? You can hide as long as you want Before the wolves will knock on your door Betrayer, raise your glass Filled with the blood of those you left behind Chase the bone in the sigh of bliss And keep thinking that you are not the sheep They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026