You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken
You're asking when do 
I stop, when the bottle's empty?
Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Nomad drowning rat black, black
So black you can't even grasp the fact
Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to raise us all
Lead with your need as 
God descends
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Cold in the ground, what gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown
I want to drink you
Scare youFuck you and film you
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
And if it ain't sold
Platinum or gold
This'll be the biggest liar that had lived