this death...

this death of roses
and the bleeding of this thorn
keep your focus on the blackest eyes
i'll keep my focus on the trade of a heart for a prayer
even after a marked grave
i'm bleeding from this thorn...
i'll give to you
my beating of unfair scorn
if this is what it's all worth,
i'll go down with you

fracturing golden memories(this death for)
this death of lovely roses
the bleeding of this beautiful thorn
seperating the precious things of me(red death,gore)
death is so promising
so who could ask for more

i'll unravel all the hardest things
i'll give up all of my dreams
one wish away from a suicide
please grant thy...

hoping for promises(i'll hope for)
hoping for scars(i'm losing hope)

keeping your promises(i'm praying for)
giving my scars(i've lost hope)

"before you pull the trigger, just let me have one last prayer."