In the corner of a table
Lies a faded rose

A faded red rose
It lays as it has layed



For years
Letting time wear it down

It doesn't care
Hands reach out



Without a reason
Crush and bruise its faded petals

Destroying what was left


Of something beautiful
People may ask

What is this faded rose?


No



The question is



Who?
Who is this faded rose?
Every person you taunted
Every person you tormented
Every person you shunned
We are here

We are back
With a rose of our own

A black rose
And it calls for you

The Rose Of Death



Calls for you
There can be no ignoring


Now it's your turn
To be torn apart


The Rose Of Death



Will see to that
For every word you sreamed

It will scream


A hundred thousand more
For every blow you dealt

Comes ten more
Everything returns tenfold
By The Rose Of Death



Requested



By



All
The Faded Roses


You crushed


And



Tore.