The roses are dead,

The people are in pain.

The roses are dead,

The people will explain.

The roses are dead.

Yet we can’t seem to say…

The roses are dead,

And soon we shall pay.

The roses are dead,

Thanks to the selfish.

The roses are dead,

Now it seems so hellish.

The roses are dead,

And I think I have to run.

The roses are dead,

And he will destroy everyone.