Crown Of Thorns - Pathosray

The mirror reflecting my own disease

A scent of what I’ve Become

Lying on the edge it’s not with fear

Flowing only in second name

See supreme my self esteem

Tearing my weak soul

I’m finding the end of hell society

Is Struggling my dignity

A crown of Thorns over my head

I’m the master of rain

This is my silent grow

Your own eyes slowly control

Please save me

The cowardice it’s a reason to leave

Tippers from the crown

Cruelly known to my eyes lay pain

I failed

To scrumbble in the cell

Standing through is a real forest

Mesmerize by flows to rinse

I wish that I could live in silence

A marching beneath us allures

A crown of Thorns over my head

I’m the master of rain

This is my silent row

Your own eyes slowly control

Please save me

The cowarty it’s a reason to live

Tippers from the crown

Cruely known to my eyes lay pain

I failed

To scrumbble in the cell