roses in the cold

(Verse 1)

A stitched-up vessel, dark and torn,

Beneath the surface hides the horn.

The heavy thread, the forced embrace,

The malice waiting in the space.

I held the roses in the cold,

A skeletal grip, a dying hold.

The violent tear, the bleeding core,

The shadow walking through my door.

(Chorus)

For my son, I carry the weight of the stone,

For my daughter, I walk through this valley alone.

I saw the trap, I felt the snare,

The monster breathing in the air.

I’ll break my own bones before I ever yield,

I am the father, I am the shield.

(Verse 2)

The deeper mind screamed out the truth,

A poison seeping through the roots.

The heart extracted from the vine,

The brutal crossing of the line.

But agony is forged to steel,

The only weapon that is real.

Let the ink dry, let the orders be signed,

I am leaving the chaos and ruin behind.

(Chorus)

For my son, I carry the weight of the stone,

For my daughter, I walk through this valley alone.

I saw the trap, I felt the snare,

The monster breathing in the air.

I’ll break my own bones before I ever yield,

I am the father, I am the shield.

(Outro)

The roses fell, the bones remain,

I build a fortress from the pain.

For my children, through the flood,

I sign for their safety in ink and in blood.

I sign for their safety in ink and in blood.

(Male)