Thorns

Wrath and thorns Flaming tongues Paint my song volatile Speak in storms I don't fight it I let it in I've bled Just not enough Not yet This may just kill me But I can't live another way So if you'd offer guidance You'd better spell it out plain 'Cause I see no landscapes I see only ruins I've made Burn my name Throw me in a shallow grave I'm dragged and torn Through shelters scorned Dynamism calcified Hold for home No spoils owed Sharpen hope Into knives Recover Parry 'Cause I see no landscape I see only seas of face Hold for home If you want it Then grit your teeth And earn it