번역: 신경증. 가시 전체.
: [Lyrics & Music: J. Mackenzie] Music is a path full of thorns It is to be at war Fighting everyday Without fearing the future Some were left in the
And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of
When the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home I am going out to see what I can sow And I don't know where I'll go And I don't know what I
pavements paved with gold, gold And I believed in everything that everybody told me Have mercy, have mercy on me I found myself in a lonely place with a suitcase full
you are a shining light You lit a torch in the empty night Yeah, you are a shining light Yeah, you light up my life You've always been a thorn in their
The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown Oh, the rising of the sun And the
songs of angels whisper comfort bittersweet Mending grief and life eternal where joy and sorrow meet There is a place where hope remains In crowns of thorns
end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken
confession Or would you watch the cop in the chopper With the high powered binocular cameras Attached the bottom of his aircraft Takin' photographs of your lab Pointin' a 50 millimeter 500 shot Magazine full
You don't know the score Body is aching, you still crave for more Sometimes, you wish that you'd never been born Tormenting came with a crown full of thorns
The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown O the rising of the sun and the
The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown The holly bears a blossom As white
Heads and hearts too full Careless of the consequence Of constant push and pull Anger got bare knuckles Anger play the fool Anger wear a crown of thorns
Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I come in from the wilderness, a creature void
at your bones? You've got to be kidding me Does this mean that I'll never be a saint? With my pockets full of platitudes And my dusty crown of thorns
Another hour past midnight Moonshine through the skylight The bottle's empty and my mind is full Of your ghost that keeps hauntin' this room And