Black Rose

Counting days till it's over, my friends
Till it's over my friends, count along
Counting days till it's over, my friends
Till it's over my friends, count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
No more broken dreams, I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Counting days till it's over, my friends
Till it's over my friends, count along
Counting days till it's over, my friends
Till it's over my friends, count along
Counting days till it's over, my friends
Till it's over my friends, count along
Counting days till it's over, my friends
Till it's over my friends, count along
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone
I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom
'Cause I know
The black rose will find its home