Текст песни A Slaughter Of Roses

wasted, glorious dead it has to come all the dead are lost you, me, everyone our feelings, thoughts ghosts couldn't see we closed the doors on eternity walk amongst this haunted crowd life dictates! life pulls down life dictates! it's books of brown life dictates! love pulls us down a slaughter of roses and a time to stop a fuhrer, a butcher, a lover a slaughter of roses and, a time to crop meat-free! on fire!!! our feelings, thoughts ghosts couldn't see we opened the doors of emergency wasted, glorious dead it has to come all the dead are lost memories - everyone all the dead are lost you, me, everyone!