Thorns

<p>Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath<br/>Save the nights, your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death<br/>In your thoughts you played a symphony of self<br/>But your soul had bled a darker song of close to nothing left<span><br/><br/>Oh, the deliverance of blade and flame<br/>Your love, and greater is the blood<br/><br/>You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born<br/>In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns<span><br/>You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born<br/>In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns<br/><br/>Every line a path into an empty heart<br/>Where the words of now forgotten love fall silent in the dark<br/>Oh, The deliverance of blade and flame, your love<br/>And greater is the blood<br/><br/>You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born<br/>In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns<br/>You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born<br/>In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns<br/><br/>Sister, don’t you sleep through your own eulogy<br/>Don’t sever what you are for what you couldn’t be<span><br/><br/>You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born<br/>In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns<br/>You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born<br/>In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns