Your mouth blooms like a cut
sweet and full of sin
I prick myself on your thorns
and I bleed within
your leaves fade to brown
and I watch you die
in my torture garden
under blacksunshine.
My beautiful flower
he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me...
our love starts to spil
your lips bleed like a rose
underneath the soil
is where the evil grows
your petals start to fall
and the weeds attack
in my torture garden
the blue sky is black
my beautiful flower
he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me
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your mouth blooms like a cut
sweet and full of sin
I prick my self on your thorns
and I bleed within
my love starts to spoil
your lips bleed like a rose
underneath the soil
is where the evil grows
I am earth...
you can feel me touch you
hear me breath...
cos it's my air that loves you
and I am fire...
you will feel me burn you
come inside...
and I'll be water with you
he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me. .
