the fire started long ago
there's nothing left to burn
a loaded gun jammed by a rose
the thorns are knots around your head
your ego cursed you till you bled
you cannot crucify the dead
the future is unset in stone
decisions past leave you alone
betrayed us all with your own selfish greed
that your beggars collect
re-crucified and paid by you
the thorns are knots around your head
your ego cursed you till you bled
you cannot crucify the dead
we were like brothers with the world in our hands
you always have too much to say
someday you look back and you wonder why
the thorns are knots around your head
your ego cursed you till you bled
you cannot crucify the dead