Your spikes make hurt
But also give a pleasure
I am in anabiosis
I want to stay there
My veins will strangle
Strangle me at once
Right at the time
When I lose the gift of your presence

The sorrow
Is over
Spikes of the rose is
The cure for my soul hollow

I've made wrong steps
And lost some blood
Cause like a rose
Caution is what you demand
And many times so
Many instants I wanna catch
My mistakes mean nothing
In front of our age

Love is just a word, murdered and mutilated
Dont need the corpse to open heart's gate