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Roses are Red
04:05
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Do you know how it feels to be alone
When everyone says that you are the best
Do you want to see a rapture
Where the roses start to burst into flames
Perform blindfold to see better light
Sew staple cloths lips to always smile
Pretend that the rose has no thorns
Pretend that there is no pain
Do you know how it feels to have no
Color when the skin is brown
Do you ask why you need a rapture
So all your problems would start to let go
Do as your told while you where the gold chain
Wish that its not true, hold your real breath
Funny that you think that this is pure
Fake plastic light foil grill
Rose smells like tobacco
Do you even know how to speak evil
Desperate attempt to better yourself
Do you even know how to speak evil
This might be another mistake
Grip tight as you rise
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Purity is Pollution
03:50
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So what are all those love songs are for
Ending up wounded and insecure
Purify yourself to whither and pollute
Fucked yourself over with a sewn and stapled grin
Eyes wide shut are those cute bleeding eyes
Now do you feel the thorns of the rose
See, Speak Hear No Evil
Loving like an angel, you fuck until your numb
Faulty dime and pride, but sweet like a slave
Sickened with a blackened broken heart and frail
Promised salvation left with bloody lies
When does it feel
See
This heavens like a damned a hell
Speak
This heavens like a damned hell
Hear
This heavens like a damned hell
No Evil
This heavens like a damned hell
Like a Angel
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Angels and Poltergeists
05:05
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You tried to
blind your eyes
To see no evil
Poltergeist
You tried to
staple your mouth
To speak no evil
Poltergeist
All you hear are
Your screams of agony
All you think about
Are fibs of guilty
Oh how fucked you think you are
You gazed in the rapture
It was already complete
The roses are burning
You tried to
Pretend that
Roses have no thorns
Angel
You tried to
Believe that
You can control everything
Angel
Let the thorns pierce within
Lips scarred like innocence
White roses turned red like eyes
From the staples falling in place
Bleeding down from the face
This feeling distracts your pain
No care for this dying world
Let this blessing never end
Let the thorns pierce within
Lips scarred like innocence
This pain will evaporate
Burning petals falling in place
Such strange homeopathy
Roses are the pale incense
You come with no tension
Gazing in the rapture
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Volonte Noir Chicago, Illinois
Volonte Noir is the musical work by artist/musican Will Gee.
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