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
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. .
