Thinking Plague - Thorns Of Blue And Red/The War lyrics

he'll crown her soon, his dying darling in thorns of blue and red he'll place a throne in her haunted cellar and burn her when she's dead he'll sweeten his tea with his dear ones debris and soon again he'll wed my insides are panting, losing their mind grasping and jerking, calling me on they're against me, dance for me, strike me and bore me I am failing, losing against nothings and nowheres I run from the attic but they've stolen the stairs jump, or be grabbed be stabbed by the knife that carves in the words this is you, here's your life I want to be free let me go, let me be! he'll crown her soon, his dying darling in thorns of blue and red he'll place a throne in her haunted cellar and burn her when she's dead