(Intro)
(Minor-key acoustic guitar loop. A deep, sustained sub-bass hums underneath)
(Vocal soft, defeated, but bitter; heavy room reverb)
Roses...
That's all I asked for.
But look at my hands now.
Yeah.
(Verse 1)
(A slow, punchy digital kick drum enters, accompanied by atmospheric wind chimes and a crisp, digital snap on the third beat)
Hate to see me cry? Then turn around and walk away
You don’t want a girl, you just want a place to stay
If I’m the one you wanted till the coffin closes
Then why you bringing thorns when I only asked for roses?
Shh. Yeah.
(Verse 2)
(Driving trap hi-hats enter, rolling in fast triplets; the acoustic guitar loop gets layered with an electric guitar counter-melody)
You cultivate the hurt like it’s a prize you wanna grow
Blaming me for bleeding from the cuts you didn't show
A garden full of promises that never saw the light
Leaving me to tangle with the briars in the night
You wrap your words in velvet just to hide the iron claws
Breaking every boundary while you rewrite all your laws.
(Pre-Chorus)
(The drums drop out completely, leaving a wide, suffocating wall of multi-tracked vocals—layered left, right, and center—over a rising, detuned synthesizer)
I gave you fields of color, you just gave me gray
Pruning back my spirit till it withered all away
Now I’m holding onto stems that only make me bleed
Realizing you were never what I actually need.
(Build-Up - A heavy, ticking clock sound joins a rapid snare roll. The low-end bass filters out entirely to maximize the impact of the upcoming drop)
Why the thorns?
(Vocal echo) thorns... thorns...
When I asked for roses.
Watch them die.
(DROP)
(A heavy, slow digital midtempo beat drops with an aggressive, pulsing sub-bass. The acoustic guitar is crushed by a heavy distortion plugin, creating a dark, industrial grid of sound)
Thorns for roses!
(Glitchy vocal chop) T-T-Thorns
Look at my hands!
(Deep, sliding sub-bass)
In the dirt!
(Metallic crash cymbal)
(Bridge)
(The heavy drop clears out into a bare, minimal arrangement; only the acoustic guitar loop plays with a distant, muffled telephone filter on the vocals)
Beautiful petals, dangerous stems
We built a palace out of broken gems
But the beauty fades when the poison takes hold
And the garden we planted is covered in mold.
(The snare roll returns, building up with a rising white-noise sweep)
Yeah, it's covered in mold.
(Final Chorus)
(Maximum energy; the midtempo electronic drop combines with the trap hi-hats and a crying electric guitar lead screaming in the high frequencies)
If I’m the one you wanted till the coffin closes!
Then why you bringing thorns when I only asked for roses?!
You watch me bleed, you watch me fade!
Standing in the wreckage that your garden made!
(Vocal chop) Thorns for roses!
(Outro)
(The heavy drums disappear, leaving only the lone acoustic guitar loop)
Just thorns...No roses left.
MVSSY_LVND
