Übersetzung: Thorns, Der. Existenz.
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
: Can?t stop the hurt, can?t stop the bleeding I am invisible Can?t stop the thought, nor the feeling I don?t exist at all But when you call my name
for 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
: Malevolent mirror, With a powerfull cruelty. Where the suffering is predicted to exist. Reflecting the worst Of the world's history. Controlling its
hungry clouds swag on the deep, once meek, and in a perilous path, the just man kept his course along the vale of death. Roses are planted where thorns
demons overhead this night, they burn like fireflies- steadily mad. The churches are screeching, He is of ichthyosis. Patches of roses in the fire, their thorns
under a shattered sky under the sick we laugh and cry Collecting fragments of our existence while keeping the greatest distance Drugs are trading youth We touch the thorns
'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