Thorn Queen

You seek the pain who craves deep in my soul,
Just cut them up,
open a hole
Starting up, like gasoline burning through my veins
Seek the way to pierce through those locked chains

Don't have mercy, just cut me up
Go ahead get those flames stirrup
Take a fiery blood bath on them
And let you, the Thorned Queen be damned

You my Thorn Queen, thought you knew what you wanted
Giving high praise and snob nose to all your choices
Now you will be forever damned and hunted
Earing out all the other petulant peoples voices

The pain you so gracefully unleashed and set free from me
Just traveled the air filling out the commoners plea
They will no longer regard you as their Thorn Queen
They will treat you as just a small thorn who got caught up in between...
Between the frailties of the world
Between the necessities of who got swirled

So come along, follow my bloody path,
That I left for you as a gift to trail,
Swallow all the pride of the catastrophic aftermath
Don't worry, don't be afraid, about acting frail

Look at me
Lean on me
Lost in title
Lost in faith
Looking for a way to grab your hate
Finally you found me, sitting smiling on a pool of dark soft blood,
And gently holding a small blade you laid on the bloody mud
You opened your eyes and mouth as for the first time, and started to sing:
'Oh Lord, just let me bleed, beside my Thorn King'