I watch them break the rose again
It feels like cyanide to my brain
They’re adding gasoline to the flame
It feels like cyanide

Every night I wonder
Do they have a soul
Every night I wonder
While it’s getting cold
From the spell you’re under
There is no parole
Yes you’re under under
Under mind control

Another crown of thorns tonight
In the darkness I am light
I feel the pain
The thorns are sharp tonight

I hear them twist those words again
It feels like cyanide to my brain
They’re adding shame and hate to the blame
It feels like cyanide

Every night I wonder
Do they have a soul
Every night I wonder
While it’s getting cold
From the spell you’re under
There is no parole
From the mind control

Another crown of thorns tonight
In the darkness I am light
I feel the pain
The thorns are sharp tonight

Another crown of thorns tonight
In the darkness I am light, I am light
I feel the pain
The thorns are sharp tonight

Another crown of thorns tonight
In the darkness I am light
I feel the pain
The thorns are sharp tonight