Rebirth

With venomous lies,
Under rosemary skies,
And so shall the dynasty end.

I have but a flower to mark my regret,
With petals like sky drops that cannot forget,
My heart is in blossom it yields to the frost,
The icy sting creeping from happiness lost.

So close that I hear angels singing,
It's nothing, just my death bells ringing,
With venomous lies,
Under rosemary skies,
And so shall the dynasty end.

Some say that feathers make crows and swans fly,
That only a wound can make living things die,
Though I believe hearts can cause both of these things,
Beyond simple matters like blood bone and wings.

Skies shall come falling,
Whilst hatred comes calling,
So close that I hear angels singing,
It's nothing, just my death bells ringing,
With venomous lies,
Under rosemary skies,
And so shall the dynasty end.

Metallic tastes are like blood on the tongue,
Gun shots and bullets belong to the young,
Yet even though lead can cut through tender skin,
Still death is caused by the anger within.

So close that I hear angels singing,
It's nothing, just my death bells ringing,
With venomous lies,
Under rosemary skies,
And so shall the dynasty end.

Warnings are nothing to eyes that see red,
Why bother caring, let's go right ahead,
Let's ask him or her they can only say no,
Now looking back we have nothing to show.

With venomous lies,
Under rosemary skies,
And so shall the new age begin.