A Slaughter Of Roses — Death In June

wasted, glorious dead it has to come all the dead are lost you, me, everyone

our feelings, thoughts ghosts couldn't see we closed the doors on eternity

walk amongst this haunted crowd life dictates! life pulls down life dictates! it's books of brown life dictates! love pulls us down

a slaughter of roses and a time to stop a fuhrer, a butcher, a lover a slaughter of roses and, a time to crop meat-free! on fire!!!

our feelings, thoughts ghosts couldn't see we opened the doors of emergency

wasted, glorious dead it has to come all the dead are lost memories - everyone all the dead are lost you, me, everyone!