But I cut my hands And break my back Draggin? this bag of stones Till they bury me down, beneath the ground With the dust and rattlin? bones [Shane] Left my home and
atmospheres a-dawning And open arms a-calling To collect and protect all the raining Insane from above For lonely angel dust The only angel does The lonely angel dust
reached the final door He broke the seal and Dust darkened the light As he walked in Seven sins, seven sins Strikes of lightning Don't be sorry And
My quondam time is the quondam time in ruins Reality, drink the blood and weave all suffering Faith, man is weak and so is love Dust, memories are just
Dying rose in a vase of gold For someone who rains And brings her to life again Blood on your defeated leaves And a tear for your arm No soul to weep
death's own eyes Hooded shapes float above misplaced The time frame the flowers are dead So many ways, to justify and place Thoughts occuring and conceived And
gone through million whores. All the longing is still for nothing. And our time gets cut short. Lead me out of despair. It never leaves my stare. Roses
like Judas silver And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses Give me back my father's shoes and
and pray for days shorter than they seem then comes the whistle clock again you wanna leave but your legs can''t bend Still serving roses serving roses
It's waking up and coming out of its shell Down the boulevard sirens pass Into the underworld deep and black With brass and ladders, pick and axe Down
fiercest meanest beast in all of the land! Matador: El Matador -comes out of the dust- as the sweet smell of roses and the foul smell of the bulls fills
the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and
I'm beyond yo level Cool and melo cova ya bed wit' rose pedals Bottoms up, I'm rich but so ghetto And I'ma curl yo toes up And make sure you had yo nose
Nigga, It's Rasaq on the block Yep [Verse One- Rasaq] Ay, I was birthed, from the mud and the dirt Rose from under the earth, and whiped and dust from my shirt And
her hair She still can't believe she had a little red rose Put right on her derriere And she's still gotta pick up that red lace teddy And a bottle
Red fire and a magnetic force I need to be I need to be uncontrollably Cuz dafodils and roses Are all very nice But bring them in to your insides And
blood's between the pages And I can't stand to see you bleed And I'll soon forget what was never there Your words are ash and dust All that's left is
to stand and grab earth So part the sea man, make your own advancements a step of independence Obey your own commandments And live your openness wake up and sniff the roses And