Noose Of Thorns
Robert Vigna, Ross Dolan
Black rays spew down from the heavens
Burning rampant through the flaws of man
Holy servants sworn to guide us towards salvation
Now fallen angels leading us to sin
Leading us to sin
This fractured sect pierces through our conscience
Deliverance promised to stop our dark descent
This crowning vision, wrapped so tight around us
Cokes us all, as the thorns dig in
As the thorns dig in
Symbolic burden of pain
We wash our hands of your stain
This crown will fall and choke us all
A noose of thorns, a noose of scorn
When judgement calls
Will you be absolved?
Will you find your way?
Or be strangled by your faith forever
Constrict and tighten around our necks
Bleeding wounds, drown from within
Poisoned souls forever damned
A noose of thorns to keep us pure