Album: PRINCE & PRINCESS
The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
Underneath the clock of the sunken moon, there is the sweet smell of blood
The wavering mayflies stand still, as if they're petrified
Who is this god of death, who handed those people the pretty medicine they wished for?
I'll shout the curse of destruction
Shout & bites
So pretty that it's dirty
Shout & bites
To the top of the pale collarbones
The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
The entwined roses' poison soaks in
Ah
I can't sleep
Shout & bites
So pretty that it's dirty
Shout & bites
To the top of the pale collarbones
The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
The entwined roses' poison soaks in
I can't sleep
The entwined roses'
The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
The entwined roses' poison soaks in
I can't sleep