Red, the color of new roses
It drips likes a rain shower
Coming to a gentle close
A shower of roses
They hit the floor with a gentle pang
With the beauty of angels
The pain of devils
And the horrors of the world
These roses carry everything
All the hope one has
The end comes soon
It draws near
The devil that binds and breaks
Quick and deep it cuts
More red showers flow
Soon the gentle rain becomes a torrent
Pain and hate and deciete
Small diamonds begin to mix with the roses
Roses and Diamonds spring forth
But soon they cease
And all that is left is a lifeless bed of roses and diamonds
