Rose – The Oh HellosBy Wars are raising for herCrusades to adore herThe light of your afterwordAre you losing her true natureWhen you loosen nomenclatureWhen you gift another moniker?What’s true is like a sickleIt’ll cut you to the middleThat your rose is without a thornBut no, my mouth don’t taste of metalFrom the pot here to the kettle,I think we got a lot we gotta learnAnd even though by any other name,Her scent would linger sweetly, all the sameCall her briar long enoughAnd you’ll tangle up the true and the fableYour dowry isn’t foolingThe pyrite is showing throughIt won’t buy you that empty tombAnd no alchemic incantationFor a counterfeit salvationCan appease your leviathan groomNo, love’ll get you slaughteredLike a ram at the altarWhat is safe ain’t the same as what is goodSo lay compress the achingOf your body made for breakingWe’ve got a lot of breaking left to doCause even under any other creed,The crucifix and the hangman – they both agreeChange comes so cheaplyFor those of us already at the table www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20