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 the pain
Consume, buy love
Love want you

It hurts but I was born into
Love hurts, me hate you
Make me fuck them corrupt
Thoughts and beauty

Fuck it hard, harder, fuck me, I
Our is dead, pain orchestrates this art
I feel but I can't feel
Unwanted by my

And slice my throat on a thorn
Of the dead rose you left me
And on our kiss
She leaves a bitter taste in my

Dead