Devil Garden

There is a RED rose in the Devil's Garden

In shadow it grows alone

Red rose poisoned hearts

 

Many things are dangerous now

Some things are poison to the touch

Be careful as you make your way

 

My love it is a red rose

Held out to you by hand of fate

Grows the flower bred from pain

 

Death is pure - life is not

So ask yourself, what do you want?

pick the red rose and let its poison kill you

Done