Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thorns, artist - Being As An Ocean. Album song Waiting for Morning to Come, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 06.09.2018
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Thorns |
| If cunning was our birthright |
| Then falsity became our sport |
| Beings like trellises of roses |
| Vines, whose beauty so splendidly hid |
| The vicious biting of recompense |
| Ours alone to bare and grit |
| Self-designed deceptions |
| Jutting out of our skin |
| Warning all passers-by |
| «Careful, I’m beautiful, but you wouldn’t like what’s within! |
| For while reveling in my form, you’ll only bleed from my sins!» |
| Perhaps the change began in the springs of our infancy |
| Watered with poison, stunting in its toxicity |
| Or cutback too much in our pruning |
| Trimmed with shaking hands, selfish neuroses |
| Left jagged with self-loathing, insecurities |
| But we don’t have to let it dictate… |
| Shake the death from your bones |
| Shake the death from your bones |
| Shake the death from your bones |
| Shake free of the yoke, our mental oppressions |
| No longer frozen, the key in our possession |
| Swing open your cell, break off that rearview |
| Even as the tree grows out of the heart of stone |
| Our past will not dictate how tall we will grow |
| Will dwelling in the negatives |
| Ever bring about the light? |
| Will living in the darkness |
| Ever expose what’s right? |