The entwined roses’ thorns stab the black god of death and laugh      Underneath the clock of the sunken moon, there is the sweet smell of blood   The wavering mayflies stand still, as if they’re petrified      Who is this god of death, who handed those people the pretty medicine they wished for?      I’ll shout the curse of destruction      Shout & bites   So pretty that it’s dirty   Shout & bites   To the top of the pale collarbones      The entwined roses’ thorns stab the black god of death and laugh   The entwined roses’ poison soaks in    Ah… I can’t sleep      Shout & bites   So pretty that it’s dirty   Shout & bites   To the top of the pale collarbones      The entwined roses’ thorns stab the black god of death and laugh   The entwined roses’ poison soaks in    I can’t sleep   The entwined roses’      The entwined roses’ thorns stab the black god of death and laugh   The entwined roses’ poison soaks in    I can’t sleep