Tekster: The Gits. Beauty Of The Rose.

I don't know which way to go from here

I put my hand through a liquid mirror

And I wonder just what I've reached

Is this my blood dripping or an hallucination?

Guess it depends if I feel the pain



I take the bottle just to never set it down again

It's thrown into the ocean,

You better believe there's a message in it.



I've gotta get through to you somehow

But if it lays on the ocean floor,

Well then I failed again

It just explodes itself in my mind

And it's blinding me from what's right or wrong



The beauty of the rose,

It pulls my instinct to grab it

The clenching of the stem

I feel the thorns catching under my skin



Yeah, it's something just like this

Pulling you in until it makes its threat

Then it's not easy to pass judgement

Do me a favor,

When I reach my hand out

Won't you please just cut it off

So I can understand a little more of the situation



Taking me for all and left had

I can't tell which is right or wrong

What's black or white, which is left or right

Could you tell me which is it supposed to be for me?



I don't know which way to go from here

I turn left and right and I'm still standing in the rear



I can't tell the way the bloody situation runs

I hear you talking but I can't understand a word

I don't know what the hell to do with this

I hear you talking, but it's all full of bullshit!



I take the bottle just to never set it down again

I lay there wishing I was dead.