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Smell the rose, sweet inspiration Does it make you want to fuck? Then go fuck yourself, you're scarred With imperfection but aren't we all? Harder, does it feel good? Oh, how we love the pain Consume, buy yourself love Love doesn't want you It hurts but I was born into this Love hurts, makes me hate you Make me fuck them corrupt minds Thoughts and feelings beauty Fuck it hard, harder, fuck me, I have Our love is dead, pain orchestrates this art Sometimes I feel but I can't feel Unwanted by my virgin And I'll slice my throat on a thorn Of the dead rose you left me with And on our last kiss She leaves a bitter taste in my mouth Dead rose