My life's a fantasy   My friends just make-believe   I'm livin' in a damned city   The feelings are left behind   Death is the daily orde   I'm going down in this city   I'm blind and deaf yet   and I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming   am I too lost to be saved?   Am I too lost?      I smell the scent of the black roses   the black roses   the scent fills my body   I'm getting sick   Black roses in my garden   all around my holy cell   The angels cry tears of blood   and the black roses gonna kill again      I cut myself to see the pain flying away   I'm saved but just 'till   the black roses come back   lokking for lonely sacrities   I'm livin' in the city of the damned   more damage than a soul should see   My friends are dead yet   my family's just killes   and my wounds dry for the grave   my souls cries for deliverance   haunted, catched, beated   blade   my suicide