The Crown of Thorns
Dismalìa
GENRE
What I see from the top of my cross is them coming closer
Ready to throw stones at me
Why are they doing this to me
Still, I love them so deeply
They put a crown of thorns on my head
The crown of thorns
Wounds the corneas of the beholders
Scratches their skin
In my eyes it leaves a mist
Where there should have been love
Hate has grown
Right in their core
And I am too weak to defeat it
Their ungratefulness, my road to decay
The crown of thorns
Wounds the corneas of the beholders
For a moment I no longer have loving thoughts
The crown of thorns
Wounds the corneas of the beholders
Scratches their skin
In my eyes it leaves a mist, a mist, a mist
Where there should have been love hate has grown
Ready to throw stones at me
Why are they doing this to me
Still, I love them so deeply
They put a crown of thorns on my head
The crown of thorns
Wounds the corneas of the beholders
Scratches their skin
In my eyes it leaves a mist
Where there should have been love
Hate has grown
Right in their core
And I am too weak to defeat it
Their ungratefulness, my road to decay
The crown of thorns
Wounds the corneas of the beholders
For a moment I no longer have loving thoughts
The crown of thorns
Wounds the corneas of the beholders
Scratches their skin
In my eyes it leaves a mist, a mist, a mist
Where there should have been love hate has grown
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