Beauty of the Rose

The Gits

Composição de: The Gits
I don't know which way to go from here 
I put my hand through a liquid mirror 
And I wonder just what I've reached 
Is this my blood dripping or an hallucination? 
Guess it depends if I feel the pain 

I take the bottle just to never set it down again 
It's thrown into the ocean, 
You better believe there's a message in it. 

I've gotta get through to you somehow 
But if it lays on the ocean floor, 
Well then I failed again 
It just explodes itself in my mind 
And it's blinding me from what's right or wrong

The beauty of the rose, 
It pulls my instinct to grab it 
The clenching of the stem 
I feel the thorns catching under my skin

Yeah, it's something just like this 
Pulling you in until it makes its threat 
Then it's not easy to pass judgement 
Do me a favor, 
When I reach my hand out 
Won't you please just cut it off 
So I can understand a little more of the situation 

Taking me for all and left had 
I can't tell which is right or wrong 
What's black or white, which is left or right 
Could you tell me which is it supposed to be for me? 

I don't know which way to go from here 
I turn left and right and I'm still standing in the rear 

I can't tell the way the bloody situation runs 
I hear you talking but I can't understand a word 
I don't know what the hell to do with this 
I hear you talking, but it's all full of bullshit! 

I take the bottle just to never set it down again 
I lay there wishing I was dead.
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