Living like a dog, among a swine, among a trough full of slime I want to puke on all the times they pissed me off, don't give a slam about a thing, they
They stand alone, listlessly innocent with crimson soaked petals full blossomed and thorned. I'm burning all my roses tonight with intent to purify, Flames
The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees That are in the wood, The holly wears the crown Chorus: O the rising of the sun
life full of color Where to begin? Start with the end This black and white photo never captured my skin Once it was torn from an enemy thorn Straight
You're so rare a unique boy so sad yet full of joy so limitless caress caressing me you could take me home with you or I could take you home with me
TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN, ROLLED THIS LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY. EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME, HE
and acid scathed and bright crimson visionary of the apocalypse Randomly place my guilt on your back With the hands of surgeon Could you take the thorn
sun With the setting sun With the setting sun Tired I lay me back on thorns Full of fear in my head Lay me back so I could not rise Full of fear in
open arms and say, "It's okay" Well, them long stemmed apologies won't work no more 'Cause she can't see the beauty, just a hand full of thorns And
moon Has punched a hole in the nighttime I climb through the window and down to the street I'm shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full With
hear them the next day A barrel full of snakes They make the sound Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly, fireflies take flight The thorn that
Here for the queen or for the pawn Night of such revelation The Jew is trembling on the thorn For everything that's been For all that's yet to come Brow full
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
's a fool if you try to get the Psycho amped [J] We could stomp, give it a loud clap {*clap clap, clap*} Champ chomp the competition, full back tackle
berry, As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good: Refrain The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn, And
I speak to you like a frieland, a beck fray full of fame Flames of hesitation today we'll see Yearning after groans of pain I exult for me win a fad of
Your mouth blooms like a cut Sweet and full of sin I prick myself on your thorns And I bleed within Your leaves fade to brown And I watch you die In
fitness and rip You still don't know so you'll be frantic as we hijack the planet They don't know we expose flows like no clothes And blow chest full