Red Roses
He dreamed of cities made of roses
Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere
Oh wait, a minute's just too late
I started thinking to myself, a mindful contemplate
Back to the party, extravagant soiree
A shindig I really wish I should part ways with
I always catch myself buying what's upon the shelf
Suspend your essence and convert, become, emerge oneself
It's not for me, what we're posed to be
Why can't you see, a rebel life for me?
Just like the Vikings who attacked the Baltic Sea
The feeling of oneness is parliament to me
I won't stop until my self becomes undone
I parade a flag blacker than the sun
Blacker than the sun
Blacker than the sun
Blacker than the sun
How many dreams are you afraid of
Turning off?
How many nightmares will you inspire
Before you die?
Oh wait, a minute's just too late
I started thinking to myself, a mindful contemplate
Back to the party, extravagant soiree
A shindig I really wish I should part ways with
I always catch myself buying what's upon the shelf
Suspend your essence and convert, become, emerge oneself
It's not for me, what we're posed to be
Why can't you see? A rebel life for me
A rebel life for me
He dreamed of cities made of roses
Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere
He dreamed of cities made of
Cities of red, red roses
Cities of red, red roses
Cities of red, red roses
Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere
Oh wait, a minute's just too late
I started thinking to myself, a mindful contemplate
Back to the party, extravagant soiree
A shindig I really wish I should part ways with
I always catch myself buying what's upon the shelf
Suspend your essence and convert, become, emerge oneself
It's not for me, what we're posed to be
Why can't you see, a rebel life for me?
Just like the Vikings who attacked the Baltic Sea
The feeling of oneness is parliament to me
I won't stop until my self becomes undone
I parade a flag blacker than the sun
Blacker than the sun
Blacker than the sun
Blacker than the sun
How many dreams are you afraid of
Turning off?
How many nightmares will you inspire
Before you die?
Oh wait, a minute's just too late
I started thinking to myself, a mindful contemplate
Back to the party, extravagant soiree
A shindig I really wish I should part ways with
I always catch myself buying what's upon the shelf
Suspend your essence and convert, become, emerge oneself
It's not for me, what we're posed to be
Why can't you see? A rebel life for me
A rebel life for me
He dreamed of cities made of roses
Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere
He dreamed of cities made of
Cities of red, red roses
Cities of red, red roses
Cities of red, red roses
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