Besedila: The Velvet Teen. Red, Like Roses.

each night i close my eyes and wonder what will come of me in days to follow / i lay awake and after countless hours, i just can't think straight / turn in, fade, pass out / yet, in this simple way, we offer / to destroy all we can't figure out / in our simple lives, unconscious / we employ our skills from underground / to seek what we've never seen / to explore, deep inside / the mornings greet me with grey days and tear-stained windowsills and pillowcases / i get dressed and go to work / bloody noses, red like roses pose as sanctuary / when i just need a minute to myself / and in this simple way, we offer / to destroy all we can't figure out / in our simple lives, unconscious / we employ our skills from underground / to seek what we've never seen / to find, where we never knew / to explore deep, inside / kill me, won't you kill me / kill me / let me sleep again / kill me / don't relate your memories / kill me / kill me won't you / to see / what we've never seen to find / where we never knew to go / where we never dared to explore / deep...