The Gray Rose

Stranded starving in wilting rows
Thorns for our touch's sake removed
Just as the blemishes on our skin
Perfection is in the beholder's eye

Wake up to the gray roses
Created by the plague we perpetuated
Move on devour move on devour
Until the world is gray to everyone

What we wish for is a fantasia
A fantasy realm which I'll set on fire
Destroy the toxic day dreams
Of one over another simply upon first view

Wake up to the gray roses
Created by the plague we perpetuated
Move on devour move on devour
Until the world is gray to everyone