My rose of revenge

There's a garden bed of dirt, dirt of misery
a million years ago there was once a seed,
now the dirt is bear but there's a mystery
that if anything shall ever grow there you can see it bleed

I'm crouched by the dirt, i plant a little bloom
i sure hope it grows
there's plenty of room
for my beautiful rose

soon there is a stem, a stem of gorgeous green
it's fragile and miniature
the cutest thing I've ever seen,
beauty in it's future

i see a petal wreath
petals of love
surrounding a center of death
the gates above

at night i see the thorn
shining bright red
helplessly draw
a poor girl lies dead

a petal of love,
a thorn of blood
a center of death,
my rose of revenge.....