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CRUSH THE ROSES
I CAME ACROSS A SILKEN ROOM
WHERE MANNEQUINS STOOD HAND IN HAND.
I LOOKED ACROSS THIS SILKEN ROOM
AND I SAW THE JURY AND TOOK THE STAND.
IN FUTURE YEARS I LIVED IN A BLOOD RED HOUSE
WHERE MANNEQUINS TOOK STRANGE POSES,
AND OUT IN FRONT OF MY BLOOD RED HOUSE
WERE THE BLOODIER RED ROSES.
SO CRUSH THE ROSES,
AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY.
CRUSH THE ROSES,
BEFORE THE ROSES OF MY MIND DECAY.
IN PAST TIMES I LOVED ALL LIFE,
THE MANNEQUINS WERE LOVERS IN THE PARK.
I TRULY SAW GOOD IN MY LIFE,
NOW I’M ONLY AFRAID OF THE DARK.
CHAMPAGNE, CAVIAR, TRULY FESTIVE ARTWORK,
MANNEQUINS HOLDING THEIR GLASSES HIGH.
I’VE CUT AND BURNED THE ARTWORK,
ITS BEAUTY DESERVED TO DIE.
SO CRUSH THE ROSES,
AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY.
CRUSH THE ROSES
BEFORE THE HEART’S BLOOD IS SPILLED TODAY.
I’VE BUILT A SILKEN ROOM IN MY BLOOD RED HOUSE
WHERE MANNEQUINS STAND ARM IN ARM,
AND IN FRONT OF MY BLOOD RED HOUSE
I PROTECT MY BELOVED ROSES FROM HARM.
I’VE WALKED IN PLACES OF GRANDUER AND HOLINESS,
WHERE MANNEQUINS LOOK ON IN AWE.
PLACES WHERE I AM FORCED TO QUESTION MY WORTH AND HOLINESS,
AND IN MY ROSES I RELIVE WHAT I SAW.
SO CRUSH THE ROSES,
AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY.
CRUSH THE ROSES,
TO KEEP THE DARK THOUGHTS AT BAY.
PROPHETS, POLITICIANS, PARANOIA, THE PUTCH,
THE MANNEQUINS WITH FRIGHTENED FACES.
IN MY VIOLENT YOUTH I SPARKED THE PUTCH,
AND IN MY ROSES I STILL SEE THE TRACES.
AS MY WHITE WOODEN CROSS WAS RISEN,
“FLORES, FLORES PARA LOS MUERTOS.” THE MANNEQUINS SAID.
MY UNDERSTANDING OF MY RETURN WAS RISEN,
AND MY LOVELY RED ROSES BLED.
SO CRUSH THE ROSES,
AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY.
CRUSH THE ROSES,
AND WATCH, AS THE SPIRIT DEVELOPS AND THE BODY DOES DECAY.
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