See the roses growing purposely

Dreaming of the vase

Blood-stained poet calls it vanity

I'd call it yearning

Rarest butterfly, steel his charm away

Stab him under glass

From within it grew

Ink tattooed in you



D stands for desire, for desire

First i want the prize then i have the prize

Give stranger jewels

Little boy lost, little girl lost

Found, smashed their shrine

Medal on your breast only half as precious

As when your head

Medal on your breast only half as precious

As your desire, your desire



Severed roses drawn, in their vases, decay away

How they want pain, need pain, crave pain, love pain

D is for desire

D stands for desire