no one ever knows, no one ever feels
the power that’s been inbred
it really doesn’t matter, it’s the way i’m supposed to
feel
the rush goes straight to my head

talk is cheap, you follow like sheep
even though there’s nowhere to go
dancing dead on empty heads
transparent, yet in vogue

famine in the eyes, bleeding your disguise
even though i really don’t care
pick a symbol, sow the seeds, choose the lies, reap the
cash
now you’ve got flair

blame it on the women and the children
what do you feel
the innocence to calm and oppress us…merciless

i’m your crown of thorns

all the words thrown to the wolves
and now what’s left is empty and hollow

thinking truly blessed, you really are obsessed
the worst of the f*cking lot
666 is your fairytale, and satanic by default

listen to you say heresy, so selfish in your pride
drink the wine and choke on the bread
dressed in dirty whites

on your way
try as you might, you can’t suppress it

i’m your crown of thorns…you’re bleeding
crown of thorns…you’re pleading
crown of thorns
on my way