like a thorn Whispering voice appear I can't escape what I feel All I can see All I believe in Is connected to our kindred souls I feel the thorn
thorn (Thorn!) Whispering voice appear I can't escape what I feel All I can see All I believe in Is connected to our kindred souls I feel the thorn
a chia pet So hail the King, priest and prophet The inexhaustible topic The Person of God you can peep with your optic [Enoch] In the eyes of this world
In the eyes of looking truth is a picture Lie glitters with gold Uttered words Will not express Your feelings, thoughts and wisdom Black truth Golden
thorn embraced as the future slowly bleads Awaken now, bury the past, Put to rest, no longer grieve Chase the light, pass the gates Leave this graveyard
you would hug me. I guess everything, you said was a lie. I think about it, it brings tears to my eyes. Now when I leave, it leaves a thorn in your mind
my faith to fire Laid my life in the flames Descended and met myself A thorn of pain in all I do But noa tear in my eyes Leather bound legacy The pain
Across the light blue sky There are nothing but clouds And all the trees once green Have dropped their lifeless leaves Where is the blackest rose The
high then leave you lost Is it a mystery That runs too deep For such a simple heart Can anyone stop the hands of time And put back the loving in your eyes
horses painted red Rich men?s children running past Their fathers dressed in hose Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes Gazing eyes and running
to your face. WhenI've died and touched the flame, I'll know who I should blame. Theblankets of this leave me cold. Curse my thoughts and my eyes. Lookingback
behind. i'll fall into her eyes. she said it would rain soon. the moments pass us by. everything i left of you. memories are hard to leave behind. closed your eyes
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 inspiration It will leave
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 inspiration It will leave
much is going on, but it won't escape your eyes I only hope for the best My heart breaks to see the look in your eyes I need this thorn to leave my side
raw for the streets of New York And leave something for these critics and these haters to talk [Hell Razah:] Am I a problem? A thorn in your side, a
much to lie upon? It was the thorn beneath the flower that I wasn?t counting on. And now you?re gone, gone, gone. The memories are bittersweet; The taste you leave