THE BOY WITH THE THORN IN HIS SIDE
Deep down, in the abyss
I sink, further to my doom
I see the reasons
They exist as reflections in an ill lit room
They suffer with me through my descent into madness
We thrive together off an individual sadness
Picking away, clawing apart
At my fucking face
When I'm dead and gone
There will not be a single trace
Of humanity, left inside my omnipresence
With my daemons we be chilling in the 4th dimension
Lucifer hold me, let me bask inside your shining light
I need your power and your knowledge in exchange for it my life
Take mine, his or hers all of them if you'd like
I just crave ascension, and wish to become one with the night
This feeling I'm feeling
Is one that I hate
I can longer live like this
Should sustain
Every night the person that I see is the same
Mocking me, telling me 'it was game
I never loved you, and I crave all your hate'
But I couldn't see that through illusions of feign
Now I sit here resenting an existence of pain
Waiting for the day I die or feel again
They don't help
They just stare point
And watch me drown
They're not you're friend
It's in your head
It's how it really sounds
Place me on
A bed of roses
Let my blood drain
The boy with the thorn in his side lived to die in vain
I sink, further to my doom
I see the reasons
They exist as reflections in an ill lit room
They suffer with me through my descent into madness
We thrive together off an individual sadness
Picking away, clawing apart
At my fucking face
When I'm dead and gone
There will not be a single trace
Of humanity, left inside my omnipresence
With my daemons we be chilling in the 4th dimension
Lucifer hold me, let me bask inside your shining light
I need your power and your knowledge in exchange for it my life
Take mine, his or hers all of them if you'd like
I just crave ascension, and wish to become one with the night
This feeling I'm feeling
Is one that I hate
I can longer live like this
Should sustain
Every night the person that I see is the same
Mocking me, telling me 'it was game
I never loved you, and I crave all your hate'
But I couldn't see that through illusions of feign
Now I sit here resenting an existence of pain
Waiting for the day I die or feel again
They don't help
They just stare point
And watch me drown
They're not you're friend
It's in your head
It's how it really sounds
Place me on
A bed of roses
Let my blood drain
The boy with the thorn in his side lived to die in vain
Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Gamez
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