[bad word] closer, cos it ain't safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
I've gotta tell you, there are [bad word] here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those eyes.
 [bad word] ]
When a promise is broken, and no one [bad word] you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
We're still waiting, losing patience. Will all the lies
Of, 400 years.
I've got to tell you, there are [bad word] here,
Sometimes I wonder,
What goes on there, behind those eyes.
 [bad word] ]
When a promise is broken, and no one [bad word] you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

We gave you yesterdays, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns.

Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what you've
Done,
It's a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one [bad word] you,
You've got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.