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Thorn
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2008 This is the way
you wanted it
In the beginning it was your idea
Well revel in it
why don't you
Disregard this life
you gave to only take away
Forget if there's any love
or any meaning
These don't exist in
the world you've written for me
No-
you're just here to revel in it
Well get on with it
why don't you
Spare no mercy on
people like me
Stamp us out
the only blemish on your perfect plan
devour us with a smile depraved
while you sink deeper in
your own shit
Be careful or you'll drown
Yes- I suppose it's the way
you want it
Bleed the guilt right out of me
welcome false utopia
as true paradise will never come
for Eden burned
and my angel fell from Heaven's grace
without a thought from you
the writer of this play
Oh it doesn't matter,
people like me don't love
don't feel
Never mind that I sold my soul
for the good I can't be capable of
for the love you say I cannot feel
Never mind that I've damned myself
in a sin of love
and the only thorn in your perfect garden
is me
