Bed of Flowers

Tick tick boom, everybody running from a sick sick goon with a lit wick fuse
 'Cause this is me (No) this is you (Yes)
 A pretty little devil in a business suit (Dress)
 All black, stock mask and a couple MAC-11s that he kept cocked back
 For the contact list of the kids Sean passed
 'Cause he never got to get a little bliss, all laughs
 Admitted culprit, he etched his name on some bullets
 As he filed down the trigger that's quicker when he would pull it
 He cracked a smile as he sauntered down the hall
 And just fired at the occupants, and started singing
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?
 Now with both guns drawn, no one gets to wonder why he'd go nuts for
 They just go run towards the sun, but blood
 Is covering the windows of the closed-up doors
 And everybody's screaming thinking that they got to get away
 From anything and everything now resembled
 And when that smoke left the barrel it looked like flower petals
 He thought about his mother, brother, and sister
 And when he kissed her and hugged her to show he loved her and missed her...
 He closed his eyes as the tears fell down his grimace
 When he shot himself to finish it
 And dropped a note that said
 My bed of flowers is covered in dying tulips in jumbled poses
 And tightened nooses made from the crumpled roses
 I hold the messages inside rhododendrons and violets
 And view irises through blue irises
 I broke the daisies next and sliced a narcissus
 I'm a narcissist who's been choking on my baby's-breath
 And I might breathe, if I withstand it
 From the chrysanthemums inside my poison IVs
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers now?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?
 Are you prepared
 To wander through the endless sea of a thousand blind eyes;
 A brazen routine filled with characters who will never know your name?
 Where you are nothing but an outcast, a broken villain
 A puddle that zombies circumvent for the sheer pleasure of avoiding your eye contact?
 Will you fall asleep in a bed of wilted roses?
 Do you really want to gather along the path of a man with nothing written across his calloused face
 But bitter memories in shaky, misspelled calligraphy?
 Because this, of holy muses, this is his bed of flowers
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?
 Do you really want us to sleep in my bed of flowers?