Made of Thorns Lyrics by Villain of the Story
Desperate eyes with nothing to hide
Hopelessness I can’t describe
Hard to believe what I’ve seen
The fact a simple embrace could fulfill a dream
Emotionally bankrupt snakes
Burning children at the stake
What a fucking goddamn disgrace
It’s crystal clear
They won’t shed a single tear
While your life’s been caught in the eye of a storm
A heart made of flowers
In a world made of thorns
Made of thorns
I try to alleviate
The hell that’s spawned as a result of our hate
But I’m not a fucking hero nor saint
A heart that beats is not deadweight
(Not deadweight)
Some remember
Most will forget
Greed somehow makes this worth it
The potential that could thrive
Laid to waste
Born to die
Wish I could starve all the pain in your eyes
And feed your soul with every need you’ve ever been denied
A heart made of flowers
In a world made of thorns
I try to alleviate
The hell that’s spawned as a result of our hate
I’m not a fucking saint
A heart that beats is not deadweight
(Not deadweight)
