preserved roses

scarlet now the colour of blood ripped from the ground, with selfish thoughts, ooh, the dying sound, cutting away every single thorn, without a feeling of mourn. craving roses, greedy and cruel, ooh, i'm coming for you, roses, wandering free, ooh, which one will it be?, scarlet once the colour of sweet-smelling petals, now drained from all scents, waiting for the bitter end, with a low and humble bow, you are all mine now. craving roses, greedy and cruel, ooh, i'm coming for you, roses, wandering free, ooh, which one will it be?, roses, greedy and cruel, ooh, i'm coming for you, roses, wandering free, ooh, which one will it be.?, and then at last, preserved and dry-pressed, forever lasting, dried out and dead, forever lasting, dried out and dead, and then at last, preserved and dry-pressed, forever lasting, dried out and dead, forever lasting, dried out and dead. craving roses, greedy and cruel, ooh, i'm coming for you, roses, greedy and cruel, ooh, i'm coming for you, roses, wandering free, ooh, which one will it be?, roses, greedy and cruel, ooh, i'm coming for you, oh, roses, wandering free, ooh, which one will it be?, which one will it be?