• Thats strange, the red rose is stagnant
    It looks haggard
    The instinct of everyone and everything is to try to run away
    Cuz if the rose is stagnant then there shall be devastation
    The red rose begins to look ashen
    The humdrum way of life is gone now
    Now the utopia that we have inhabited is gone
    The rose isn't red anymore it is black
    As black as the midnight sky
    Now we must find a way to live.