- So come beloved Hunger! So desperate and filled with pain In chaos nights I tried to die - Feeding my disease A deadly need When this hunger is pleased
songs of angels whisper comfort bittersweet Mending grief and life eternal where joy and sorrow meet There is a place where hope remains In crowns of thorns
well tell me why he sent his son here to be crucified? on a cross with a crown of thorns on his head and a spear on his side he hung, bleed and died
I was in the crowd The day that Jesus died And as He hung upon the cross His mother cried I saw the crown of thorns He wore The stripes upon His back
beast that never sleeps beneath my silken covers Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality Her passion for passion, it will devour Cruel are the thorns
We'll fly to Heaven's golden shore A crown of life he gives on that glad day With him we'll live forever more Those cruel thorns they pierced my Savior
When the hunger Slit your mind apart And you hind yourself Strangled by the crown of thorns You crave.your soul is bleeding You throttle in a lake Of
screamed it out, said, it was Jesus But this Man, He didn't make a sound He hung there breathing with the blood runnin' down His mouth He had been beaten, crown of thorns
find The face of a stranger And all that I've taken I hunger for more Cause I'm selfish And all I'm left with Is a crown of thorns And I'm helpless
under that morning star As a crown of thorns was placed to erase Each tear that's touched your face And his palms and sides were pierced with spears He hung
eternal We hung time and icy wind tore it's hair And we go on... 'till there will be the sense You can hear the black thoughts from thorns of roses There
a dead brother And your mother hung the cross upside down Salvador, so much of time hung over Old men's sleeves The prick of guilt's thorn rusted and
He stum-bled up the hill With a cross up-on his back Leav-ing sweat and blood Be-hind him in his tracks. The pain-ful crowns of thorns That he had
my shoelaces, I'm a show you all the phases of a fuck up. Plucking the petals but every rose had its thorn. Consider that first warning, second will
My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems with crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns
till that rookie boogie graduated hostile. NowA the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium. Demoted to thorn crown
