Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Rose

Smell the rose, inspiration
Does it make you want to
Then go fuck yourself, you're
With imperfection but we all?

Harder, it feel good?
Oh, how we love the
Consume, buy love
doesn't want you

It but I was born into this
hurts, makes me hate you
Make me them corrupt minds
Thoughts and feelings

it hard, harder, fuck me, I have
Our love is dead, pain orchestrates art
Sometimes I but I can't feel
by my virgin

And I'll slice my throat on a
Of the dead rose you me with
And on our kiss
She leaves a bitter taste in my

rose