Lyrics
Soft As Thorns
Clear your smothered concrete head
Of the image of the capulet
Insects suffocate in lead
Our sickness defecates respect
Whispers of slow sight defence
In forests, churn foals in our pretence
Snakes of scholars sliver through sworn death
Defect sold and defect spent
Hanging from the rafters
We ring the bell of hopeless laughter
While inside we shatter sins
And dream of splintered winter streams
So take me to those mountain tops
Communal rest for dying crops
Walk through the circles have we been
So vexed of the ships that carried us in
Scratching sores on rotten thoughts
Cut through skin with jagged salt
While inside we shatter sins
And dream of splintered winter streams
Open pores
Rashes torn
Open pores
Soft as thorns