• White roses
    lay on a grave,
    decaying like the body inside.

    And the angels
    and the demons
    stand aside and wait.

    There is a moment
    of nothing but pure truth
    for you to show your true colors.

    Black roses
    wilt in the weather,
    bending over like you do for him.

    And the police
    and the criminals
    stand aside and wait.

    There is a moment
    of nothing but pure anger
    for you to show your true colors.

    Red lipstick
    stains on the picture
    incriminating like the blood on your shoes.

    And the victims
    and the abusers
    stand aside and wait.

    There is a moment
    of nothing but pure justice
    for you to show your true colors.

    Justice
    waits in the court,
    dying, just like your heart.

    And your soul
    and your anger
    stand aside and wait.

    There is a moment
    of nothing but pure silence
    for you to show your true colors.

    White roses
    lay on a grave,
    decaying just like your corpse inside.