there is no shortcut to where i'm going
you know this, there's only one way now
and the pain is sure
the taste of this reality is too real
let me dream my childish dreams again
in the wonderland i made to myself
bu yet...
"thank you for the roses"
i might have drunk too much
but this reality is too real
and i need more wine
i've got to run, otherwise death will catch me
God give up from us
we are sinners of the same sin
"He's such a bastard..."
let's laugh on Him, one again, and delight ourselves as the
sinners we are
"thank you for the roses"
You gave me heroin without illusions
and i guess it's not working like it should
my mind is blank
and after that you'll be so sorry
but don't worry
you will send me some flowers
as you always used to do
"life was better when you were not dead"
thak you for the roses...