You're turning up nothing but black roses
Digging through those empty choices
A little dirt at a time
Can bury you alive
You used to clean up fine
It was all pantomime
Still you want from me
The best I can be
Under your control
But your destiny is catastrophe
Now I know
I don't have time you can buy
You're clockin' out of your mind
You can't be told, so
You got it, you got it baby
I'll
GO
You're turning up nothing but black roses
Digging through those empty choices
Got your soul on the line
Leaning into your lies
The ones you love to deny
At first sight of a fight
What you hoped to see
Is conformity
to your rule
But it's blasphemy
To expect the free
To bе sold
I don't have time you can buy
You're clockin' out of your mind, and
You can't bе told, so
You got it, you got it baby
l'Il
GO
You're turning up nothing but black roses
Digging through those empty choices