Pink Roses and the Graveyard

Yesterday you threw a spear
And now you think you're getting it back?
Yesterday you threw a bloody mess
With a cross through my face
And now you think you get it back?Yesterday you threw a spear
And now you think you're getting it back?
Yesterday you threw a bloody mess
With a cross through my face
And now you think you get it back?London's sin of a brain
I fucking needed it this wayOh, not you, nothing, not you
Not you, nothing, not youLondon's sin of a brain
I fucking needed it this wayDriven from the pink rose petals inside my head
I'm shining tombstones, trying to raise the deadDidn't you try to shave with one hand?
Didn't you try to shave once, shave once?
Didn't you try to shave with one damn hand?I wanted it this way
I needed it this way
I fucking wanted itI fucking needed it
I wanted it this way
I needed it this wayI wanted it, I needed it
I want it, I fucking wanted it
I needed it, I wanted it
I fucking needed it this wayI fucking wanted it
I needed it, I wanted it
I need it, I want itI wouldn't die, would you be my savior?
I wouldn't die, would you be my kind?
Nothing's dead in my bed, in myI wouldn't die, would you be my savior?
I wouldn't die, would you be my kind?
Nothing's dead in my bed, in myI raise the dead
London's sin of a brain