Orders are orders
Mistakes are punishable
Red always red
With trembling hands, the brushes glide
A mistake we must not let reside
The queen demands perfection here
No white petals, no mistakes sincere
Painting the roses red, red as her wrath
Cover the white, avoid her path
Step in line, obey the call
One wrong stroke and heads will fall
Crimson stains on trembling ground
Each stroke echoes a fear profound
A single misstep, a painted flaw
And we'll face the queen's iron law
Hurry, faster, the queen is near
Let her see, don't let her hear
The white still shows, cover it all
Painting the roses red, red as her wrath
Cover the white, avoid her path
Step in line, obey the call
One wrong stroke and heads will fall
It's not enough, it's never enough