翻訳: ソーンズ、. 存在.
substance of your soul Demanding every second Of your prying attention In the continual search For the methods to reveal The ultimate secrets Of existence
's flower garden In my vertigo, in my dizziness In my drunken haze Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel I saw myself as the source of existence
same chapter Knew what they had to do For centuries Human beings have pursued the meaning of Atlantis Central to their teaching is that it's existence
Temptation to exist Give me another kiss Tell me how you love me A mesmerizing kiss That I can't resist Say I'm the way you want me So I can breathe your
existing. and i guarantee that pretty soon you're gonna see that things aren't half as good or as bad as they used to seem now that you're a thorn in
something else, such a place exists and resides in the solitude of a heart. Such a place exists beneath a tangled mesh of thorns. So take a flame to
'round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? Trapped in a world I no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side
round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? Trapped in a world I no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side Though
witness to what I've become Damned by the riddles of shame Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames The disease now lives again So, the thorn
helpless deaths ignored to be judged as juvenile head caves in growing pains no time remains for fantasy tyrrany exists shrink beneath the ingrown thorns
registered as sex offenders represented to the public I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs and if consumers stopped existing
tide is coming and I've been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten
kingdom of suffering I have taken my time to reach this stage I have taken pains to torture myself To descend, to descend Into pain, I exist And I my brain is numbed The thorn
(willcox) I cannot sleep The saint in me eludes me This man is not what I think He is a halo of thorns, Spear in his side Coaxing me to earth A parachute
Another day I exist The drug in my blood The aquatic ballet of dolphing in spacewater You send me a miracle, an angels breath Forgetfulness which hurts
Feel how it taste, the scraps of the thorns developes the blood that is flowing without a prevent, down, all the way down until itA's reaching the groundFeel
