Don't come closer, cos it ain't safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
I've gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those eyes.

When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that ring in my ears.
We're still waiting, losing patience. Will all the lies of, 400 years.
I've got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there, behind those eyes.

When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

We gave you yesterdays, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once spoke, fade away.
Look at what you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns.

When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

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