Like a poisoned apple
A little taste of her is sweet but deadly
Her carriage leaves
Before the midnight hour and then she fades away
A crown of thorns he wears to override
The lightness of their whining
Down to delirium
He finds this way to crawl once every other day
Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself
I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside
Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me
So open up your heart and come to the other side
Bring black roses for the wicked one
He can dominate the pain
As she ravages his love with sorrow
Midian is where they'll spend their quarantine
Among the other freaks
Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself
I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside
Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me
So open up your heart and come to the other side
Bring black roses for the wicked one
I wasn't made for loving you, 'cause I belong to this stormy night
Of laudanum, of sulphur, blood and a touch of death
Bring black roses for the wicked one
Don't waste away all your sympathy
On a fallen soul like me
There are not such things as miracles
Pain will always stand by me
Someday someway you will get to see
There's no haughtiness in me
No redemption and no deliverance
So get the hell away from me
Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me
So open up your heart and come to the other side
Bring black roses for the wicked one
I wasn't made for loving you, 'cause I belong to this stormy night
Of laudanum, of sulphur, blood and a touch of death
Bring black roses for the wicked one
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