Hair Like Thorns

from Wilt by MELANKOLIUM

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lyrics

For the pain that I see in others, done by thorns
Collages of scars on punctured eyes, without color
No refrain or sequenced rhymes, nor metaphor
Analogy without pairs was deformed

Jail oblivious, each and every soul
Rotting skies where gods and angels hide behind the clouds
Waving hands incised with nails, all walk a narrow road
Absence of silence made us tired and closed all our doors

We know ourselves through our wounds and let the blood like water flow
Paint your bed in crimson red till your treshold
Always remember, promise you'll never forget what you have lost
Little teeth with blood red cheeks and hair like thorns

Next time when you look at yourself see what you have become
The emerald absorbed the heart and made it yet so cold
Sunshine turned into night and all daylight is gone
Soft skin with bottomless scars, hard like stone

Perhabs tongue amputation is a blessing somehow
Speak will be impossible and words can not slip out
Experiences of beaten faces in the hospital
Still haunt your youth, the ugly truth you can not dissolve

Maybe your pain is needed for hatred to grow
For the dead to be punished and to burn their soul
Clearly entertaining, a puzzle to solve
How can you be so repulsive and fall so low

Useless and hideous
Only a shadow
As truthful as god
Lie even more

Nothing and none
Worthless error
How to consider that as love?
Do you feel displaced at all?

But acting faithful
So ask the Mother, Father, Ghost
is there any hope?
To change the relation, or repent what you did wrong

Giving my mind a rest
From constant pressure
Again and again
in search for shelter

Veils of mist
Cover our treasures
Frostbitten leaves
Like the day I started to wither

Hair like thorns
Little teeth
Sharp words
Blood red cheeks

Pursue your dreams
With your fiend
But remember the mist
Abhorrent and sick