Sinful Rose, Sinful Rose, 

Let free your thorns that want to bite, 

I am that rose, Sinful Rose, 

leave me to bite.

Once, you were the object of affection, Sinful Rose, 

the flower of love, 

I say SInful because you manipulate, 

a facade of true expression. 

You strangle our voices, 

let them sting sharply, 

Peel back your petals, 

Expose my nature.