Black Roses - Aviators

Children joyful dancing in the sun

With a blissful ignorance of what’s to come

When the guardsmen start to struggle

And the barriers give way

We’re broken and we wither in the fray

We are husks

Alive but barely breathing

Sometimes we pull ourselves together

But our efforts fade away

We are dust

Crumbling by the moment

We try to push away the ending

And black roses fall the same

Running off afraid of what’s to come

When you’re facing down the barrel of the lawman’s gun

But the saints have learned the secret

And the rebels know the same

We’re killing just to bury our remains

We are husks

Alive but barely breathing

Sometimes we pull ourselves together

But our efforts fade away

We are dust

Crumbling by the moment

We try to push away the ending

And black roses fall the same