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The land of roses of poses 
I roam at home, all alone
Then, I find that you're on your own...I place rainbow roses
On the ground above your deathbed, your-your wretch-tainted tombstone
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient times...explode...implode...
The stench of you
Goes through my nostrils
I'm red and you are blue
Givin' me high and low thrills
Give in to me, boo
Never again...(x3)
Givin' up on you
Since I can't find where you've been

{hook}
On flames the moment you called me names and threw the blames 
On me...on you...on everyone else, but Him from on high...no shames, no shames...

{pre-chorus}
"Draw away the pain even if you have little flaw that drives you insane... practice makes perfect out of us all, so our emotions need training to help us stand tall like the China Wall" 

{refrain}
The clock has been chiming since ancient times 
And as a child, I would sing those nursery rhymes...
Filled with subliminal messages that were sugarcoated by sublimes and child crimes 
Drenched in silent wars...
I can't bear these battle scars...
They are as numerous as the shimmering stars
Stargaze in my eyes of oceans...of churning emotions that is the weather of Mars
A universe in re-re-reverse 
My life a gift and a curse

{hook}
On flames the moment you called me names and threw the blames 
On me...on you...on everyone else, but Him from on high...no shames, no shames...

{chorus}
The land of roses of poses 
I roam at home, all alone
Then, I find that you're on your own...I place rainbow roses
On the ground above your deathbed, your abyss-tainted tombstone
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient times...explode...implode...
Taunting me!!! Haunting me with mere field of blasphemy 
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient times...explode...implode...
Your Handsome Soul hurts me with precious envy 
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient times...explode...implode...

{verse 4}
Vermillion venom clouds my eyes 
Your Crimson guilt overflows inside and out of me...can't you see that I wanna flee from your freeless captivity?
You are much like the Lord of the Flies 
God's son sacrificed himself for our sins of lusts that turns to dust and like the Milky Way, it busts and like a bike, it rusts
He forgives us after being a little disheartened, jealous and angry...
I need release
To put me at ease
Please understand
Where you and I stand...
And where our aircars land...

{chorus}
The land of roses of poses 
I roam at home, all alone
Then, I find that you're on your own...I place rainbow roses
On the ground above your deathbed, your Crimson-tainted tombstone
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient times...explode...implode...
Taunting me!!! Haunting me with mere field of blasphemy 
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient times...explode...implode...
Your Handsome Soul hurts me with precious envy 
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient times...explode...implode...

{bridge}
Flesh and blood grows numb They lose its taste like flavorless, stepped-on gum 
The Holy Spirit douses me with delight...the disdain rain pours into our eyes
Tragedies in reverse is a cursed blessing that are unpleasant like goodbye's 
Dismay days shine my way
It kills me to see you go away
You're gone and I'm departing from nightfall
You and I were a camera that snapped pictures of our freefall waterfall 
Of wonderfulness and hopelessness...aren't we all in our own silly mess?
I need to clean my selfish act
That's your feeling and a fact 
You need to change your ways
That's my way of saying "we all go through those dreadful days"
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