stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn I am the thorn
Stuck in the middle I burrow inside Back to the cradle Away from the burdens Of all my crimes Before it's fatal The past has found me The truth come
know I've been misled. Regret sleeps in my bed. Towers rise into the sky. All our words confused, no one knows how to love. I beg for change. Thorns cradle
the graveyard to the cradle All the bells of wonder chime No further complications For the queen or for the pawn Night of such revelation The dew is trembling on the thorns
most basic ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife Cherish the certainly of now It kills you a bit at a time Cradle
ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife Cherish the certainly of now It kills you a bit at a time Cradle
the weather warm It's hot like when the sweater's torn, from the letter, Desert Storm My resume was never sorn, I'm sharper than a cactus thorn My practice
Life Goes On like a carousel, Life goes on a never-ending tale Of love reborn, from the cradle warm A web is spun for every mother?s son Life goes
From the cradle to the throne My flesh and my bones Is that the way it's supposed to be How the story goes? Ribbons and bows Like a thorn on a rose When
fine! Ancient omen of cursed age hell is coming on the earth Enthrone the dark angel...waiting his arrival born in the cradle of Thorns...drink blood
The open window Haunts the cradle Kill the crow Black eyed demons thru this broken pain of glass Rush the body A Ocomin' thru the rye Crowns of thorns
crime And they have left their mark. The Glamour is shed to reveal The world?s ugliness to be all that is real I call upon the thorns of the hedge To
And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned. The writings On your wall And the blood on the cradle And
greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn I am the thorn I am the thorn I am the thorn I am the
basic ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife Cherish the certainly of now It kills you a bit at a time Cradle
the graveyard to the cradle All the bells of wonder chime No further complication Here for the queen or for the pawn Night of such revelation The Jew is trembling on the thorn
Life goes on like a carousel Life goes on, a never-ending tale Of love reborn, from the cradle warm A web is spun for every mother's son Life goes on
