I can't believe we're here again
All my thoughts are trickling
Tell me about how long it's been
I'm feeling so isolated
Crimson flowers carved in my skin
Petals collapse around my sins
I'll grip the stem despite the thorns
Let the roots take shape around my heart
Cause roses are meant for the dead
A family portraits on fire and in my dread
I come to realize that roses are meant for the dead
A story teller a liar and in the end
A hatchet hangs high above the final thread
The shadows broaden upon the stone
Let the garden be filled with more of their bones
Sharpen the blade to fulfill an oath
Carbon copies within their dark cloaks
Traitor
Martyr
Desire
Hater
Bitter
Broken
Designer
Cause roses are meant for the dead
A family portraits on fire and in my dread
I come to realize that roses are meant for the dead
A story teller a liar and in the end
A hatchet hangs high above the final thread
I can't believe we're here again
All my thoughts are trickling
Tell me about how long it's been
I'm feeling so isolated
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I can't believe we're here again
All my thoughts are trickling
Tell me about how long it's been
I'm feeling so isolated
Crimson flowers carved in my skin
Petals collapse around my sins
I'll grip the stem despite the thorns
Let the roots take shape around my heart
Cause roses are meant for the dead
A family portraits on fire and in my dread
I come to realize that roses are meant for the dead
A story teller a liar and in the end
A hatchet hangs high above the final thread
The shadows broaden upon the stone
Let the garden be filled with more of their bones
Sharpen the blade to fulfill an oath
Carbon copies within their dark cloaks
Traitor
Martyr
Desire
Hater
Bitter
Broken
Designer
Cause roses are meant for the dead
A family portraits on fire and in my dread
I come to realize that roses are meant for the dead
A story teller a liar and in the end
A hatchet hangs high above the final thread
I can't believe we're here again
All my thoughts are trickling
Tell me about how long it's been
I'm feeling so isolated
All my thoughts are trickling
Tell me about how long it's been
I'm feeling so isolated
Crimson flowers carved in my skin
Petals collapse around my sins
I'll grip the stem despite the thorns
Let the roots take shape around my heart
Cause roses are meant for the dead
A family portraits on fire and in my dread
I come to realize that roses are meant for the dead
A story teller a liar and in the end
A hatchet hangs high above the final thread
The shadows broaden upon the stone
Let the garden be filled with more of their bones
Sharpen the blade to fulfill an oath
Carbon copies within their dark cloaks
Traitor
Martyr
Desire
Hater
Bitter
Broken
Designer
Cause roses are meant for the dead
A family portraits on fire and in my dread
I come to realize that roses are meant for the dead
A story teller a liar and in the end
A hatchet hangs high above the final thread
I can't believe we're here again
All my thoughts are trickling
Tell me about how long it's been
I'm feeling so isolated
Writer: Shawn Baxter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid