I Am The Thorn
The needle in the eye of the hurricaneThe poison in the fontThe nail in the coffin of the profaneI am the lot
Maniacal the fireThat weaves inside my soulWhen dripping tongues of hateEnvenomed, roll
Like carpet bombs in vast bazaarsMy blood runs with the beastsThough no crescent, cross or wandering starShalt witness my defeat
Born a jackal in the VaticanTo a loathsome flockI have crept behind the drapesAnd a wizard there is not
Just a white flag blackened bySinging weapons that have ledA faith that soon dominions overDesert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur du malcontentThe hellish stench of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted lawHandmaidens of a holy warBring on a thousand roses moreI am the thorn
Tangled are the thicketsThat spare the virgin heartFrom the waking grasp of rapistsIn the dark
Mountaineers that strive so farFor a Heaven grown from reachThat love herself is fabledTo be missing from their peaks
Save in one sole towerWhere the presence of a rodStays the sleeping beautyFrom the prying fingers of the mob
I smell the fleur du malcontentThe hellish stench of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted lawHandmaidens of a holy warBring on a thousand roses moreI am the thorn
I am the thornI am the thornI am the thorn
I am the Spear of LonginusThe sword of DamoclesKali up in arms, a bleeding sinusThe hammer of the gods in the prophet's teethI am the thorn
Saint disgustus, president evilGreat white hopes of a shark eyed peopleLights of the world now flicker and die
Impaled in the race in the paling faceWhere forked tongues pricked the skiesChoking on these words as I slither to their earAs lightning strikes their blinded minds
I am the thorn
I am not the hand of godI am the thornI am not the hand of godI am the thorn
Territorial thievesEver stealing thunder for religious causesI will bring you all down to your kneesAnd fuck you over
Bouquets for greed and twisted lawHandmaidens of a holy warBring on a thousand roses moreI am the thorn
I am the thornI am the thornI am the thorn