Field Of Scars

Roses are red Violence is blue Pain grows in gardens tended by you Hold me tight Pick me but know that thorns impale, poisons get stronger So torn I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna Poison seeds will grow I close my eyes Weed my field of scars I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna Can you say Do I reap or do I sow when I weed my field of scars Whispering willows Ivy love, Ivy come Come feed this pyre tended by you Hold me tight Adore me but know that thorns will sting, poisons grow stronger So torn I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna Poison seeds will grow Weed my field of scars I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna Can you say Do I reap or do I sow when I weed my field of scars Is there still life on a field of scars Hold me tight, make it right When I weed my field of scars When I touch the pain Hold me tight I remember when Make it right But this is now not then Is there still life on a field of scars So torn I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna Poison seeds will grow I close my eyes Weed my field of scars I am thistle I am thorn I am belladonna Can you say Do I reap or do I sow when I weed my field of scars