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• Artiste: Aviators
• Titre: Black Roses
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Children joyful dancing in the sun With a blissful ignorance of what's to come When the guardsmen start to struggle And the barriers give way We're broken and we wither in the fray We are husks Alive but barely breathing Sometimes we pull ourselves together But our efforts fade away We are dust Crumbling by the moment We try to push away the ending And black roses fall the same Running off afraid of what's to come When you're facing down the barrel of the lawman's gun But the saints have learned the secret And the rebels know the same We're killing just to bury our remains We are husks Alive but barely breathing Sometimes we pull ourselves together But our efforts fade away We are dust Crumbling by the moment We try to push away the ending And black roses fall the same Preludes of every stanza End on repeating notes A tale of woe and sadness Chorus of silent throats We try and keep a memory Transcribing every line But when they turn to ashes We perish slaves to time Burned out on borrowed moments Used up like cigarettes We feel our time expiring But it's not over yet Each finds a meager purpose Though our cold grave awaits We face the morbid beauty Of our collective fate We are flawed Chained to the laws of nature I guess we'll have to teach each other To leave legends to our names We are husks Alive but barely breathing Sometimes we pull ourselves together But our efforts fade away We are dust Crumbling by the moment We try to push away the ending And black roses fall the same We are husks Alive but barely breathing Sometimes we pull ourselves together But our efforts fade away We are husks Alive but barely breathing Sometimes we pull ourselves together But our efforts fade away We are dust Crumbling by the moment We try to push away the ending And black roses fall the same