Dead roses

Uncurbed

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Nothing left inside the society has raped my mind
Frightened of human speech I'm scared of life
There is nothing more to see, I just wanna hide
From this desert land I just wanna start to run

My roses are dead
In this garden of hate
My roses are dead
In this garden of fear

I have no more roses to give out to you
Cause my soul is dry like an old dirty well
I see nothing more at the end of this road
That's why you'd better hold me when I fall

My roses are dead
In this garden of hate
My roses are dead
In this garden of fear

I look at all the faces staring at my eyes
A line in my nose, I can no longer sleep
The fuckers they stare like they are in love
And I don't know what the fuck they want