Teksty:
Thorns Existence

substance of your soul Demanding every second Of your prying attention In the continual search For the methods to reveal The ultimate secrets Of existence

same chapter Knew what they had to do For centuries Human beings have pursued the meaning of Atlantis Central to their teaching is that it's existence

existing. and i guarantee that pretty soon you're gonna see that things aren't half as good or as bad as they used to seem now that you're a thorn in

'round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? Trapped in a world I no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side

witness to what I've become Damned by the riddles of shame Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames The disease now lives again So, the thorn

helpless deaths ignored to be judged as juvenile head caves in growing pains no time remains for fantasy tyrrany exists shrink beneath the ingrown thorns

tide is coming and I've been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten

(willcox) I cannot sleep The saint in me eludes me This man is not what I think He is a halo of thorns, Spear in his side Coaxing me to earth A parachute

Feel how it taste, the scraps of the thorns developes the blood that is flowing without a prevent, down, all the way down until itA's reaching the groundFeel