"There was a flower, sprouted on hell
Can't sleep at night... Afraid the bells
Was born to hurt everyone who comes close
Not staring face to face, but hidden behind her thorns"

No brave man who stands right here
Could understand without disdain
Why the most beautiful creature of the world
Have to kill without any blade

There is a long road, which seems not real
But these flowers could not choose the way
Grow up into theses asphalt, all alone
Waiting every problems comes to dead and gone

"There was a warrior dressed petals
Spit her rage to the dirty world
But they don't know, she has her problems
A lot of thing left to resolve"

She was separated from floor
Pulled out of her thorns
She was given to a woman
And for the first time she felt beloved

"Acid words seems revolution
Attacking promises what was in vain
Psychosis overrated endure
The worst thing happened to her today"

Was strange, but better feeling
Leave the hell and threaded dark
Morbid progeny and dejected
And then her soul could finally like

But her petals started to wither
And the sores was hepatitis
She screamed to all the saints
But the gallows just was built, and she started to die

She was separated from floor
Pulled out of her thorns
She was given to a woman
And for the first time she felt beloved"

"She blasphemed against the gods
And damned by her soul
But death left the flower back
Into the floor, where she'd grow old"