Letra de Coming up roses

I´m a junkyard full of false starts
And i don´t need yr permission
To bury my love under this bare light bulb
The moon is a sickle cell
It´ll kill you in time
You cold white brother riding yr blood
Like spun glass in sore eyes
While the moon does its division you´re buried below
And you´re coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses follow
The things that you tell yourself
They´ll kill you in time
You cold white brother alive in yr blood
Spinning in the night sky
While the moon does its division you´re buried below
And you´re coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses
So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
And you´re coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses