Thorn Songtext
von Sixth Wonder

Careless or calculated?
A poison on the needle

Ancient history writes
Decit of kind
Accept your lines
This ache of mine

False alibi
You make it feel like
A losing fight
It hurts my head for a while
Blatant divide
And for a moment
I take your side
And further push the destruction now


Tearing asunder
The very trust that you
Built on a lie
This ignorance is
The beating heart
Keeping you alive
I find your
Mistake repeating
To be ill advised
It′s demeaning
Can only take til it spills over

Third place slipping down
Again

False alibi
You make it feel like
A losing fight
It hurts my head for a while
Blatant divide
And for a moment
I take your side

Why don't you put up a fight?
Why don′t you put up a fight?
Careless actions
Turn into detesting
Very well
Now I can see it's over