Black Rose Songtext / Lyric

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along



Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more

Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends



She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery



Let my heart on the shelf for way too long

Sick and tried, picking up from the dirty floor

I saw the line of snakes that came to me



So innocent was 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

Spring 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 was the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you



Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along



Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over that thing called love



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 it's way to redeem and blossom

'Cause I know, the black rose will find it's home