Coming Up Roses

i'm a junkyard full of false starts and i don't need your permission to bury my love under this bare lightbulb the moon is a sickle-cell i'll kill you in time your cold white brother alive in your blood like spun glass in your sore eye while the moon does it's division you're buried below and it's coming up roses everywhere you've gone red roses fall in love the things that you tell yourself they'll kill you in time your cold white brother alive in your blood spinning in the night sky while the moon does its division you're buried below and it's coming up roses everywhere you've gone red roses so you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows it's coming up roses everywhere you've gone red roses.