...And It Burns Songtext
von A Dozen Black Roses

Torn apart and stripped from the core
(Save me from myself)
All these pages, countless faces pass
And you can′t fathom this world without a higher power keeping you in line

You wield a weak mind
A lack of intuition feeds on your broken complexion
Why can't you open your eyes?
The route is guided by the petals that rot from the stem of your conscience

Do you even know who you are?


We all die in this world
A cage built by the "grace of his presence"
Your broken bond of these lies that they feed you, leave you hopeless of what is to come
And it burns, and it burns, the fact that life after death isn′t certain

Help me, I want it all, give it to me
Let me know what it feels like to bleed
My cage is locked, please find me the key
Angel of death, please take this life from me

This mind is so fragile yet so far from reality
It makes me fucking sick to watch you bathe in your own apathy

Open your eyes
Watch me bleed, watch me bleed, watch me fucking bleed
Now burn, burn, fucking burn in the name of your maker