I am the thorns that pierce you I am the leaves that heal I am the thorns that guide you I am the pain that heals
It is lies that we seek Illusions that we need The only way to survive Is humbly closing our eyes
I loathe The dumbing down, manipulation Decry The tools of the trade that make us kneel I fear The end of the circle, the all-in-vain Detest What you sell as the truth, as critical thought No more I will swallow your waste, your selfless Is Refrain From what you preach to survive
We are the thousand thorns We are the thousand leaves Sound the call to arms There will be no relief
Disdain Remains a reward I can't reject Again I lack what I need to adapt
Must I corrupt my soul to get inside? Must I derange myself to stay intact?
Must I corrupt myself to get inside? If i earth myself, does it all end?