Rose şarkı sözleri

Wars are raising for her Crusades to adore her The light of your afterword Are you losing her true nature When you loosen nomenclature When you gift another moniker? What's true is like a sickle It'll cut you to the middle Your rose is without a thorn But no, my mouth don't taste of metal From the pot here to the kettle I think we got a lot we gotta learn And even though by any other name Her scent would linger sweetly, all the same Call her briar long enough And you'll tangle up the true and the fable Your dowry isn't fooling The pyrite is showing through It won't buy you that empty tomb And no alchemic incantation For a counterfeit salvation Can appease your leviathan groom No, love'll get you slaughtered Like a ram at the altar What is safe ain't the same as what is good So lay compress to the aching Of your body made for breaking When we've got a lot of breaking left to do 'Cause even under any other creed The crucifix and the hangman, they both agree Change comes so cheaply For those of us already at the table