Your reign is ever growing Spreading like a moss across rock, under sky, over roots and the thorns your reach is ever growing, spreading like a moss
: Your reign is ever growing Spreading like a moss across rock, under sky, over roots and the thorns your reach is ever growing, spreading like a moss
take any more You never wanna let go To touch the roots of experience The most basic ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and
more You never wanna let go Cause it's the root of experience The most basic ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and
The garden's overgrown over her tears. Hide from time, Hide from time. Grow the garden year after year, The roots dug deep she won't be found down here, Brambles thorns
wild bride (She might find) The thorns in her hands And a rose for her skins And belly filled with gold And seed like a pomegranate And roots for her limbs And
's a killer And as for me, no other MC is iller But still a thorn scrapes my heart When I see another life that's been torn apart Over nonsense, no law
this vagabond wondering menstrual forms of phobia Worst fear the terrace stricken muted The roots of all evil I've rooted pinnacle Poised with pride pouncing
Behind the glittering mask of pride Saving face finding thorns to pierce his side Desire, the fire Spread hell throughout my soul And higher the wire
Behind the glittering mask of pride Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side Desire, the fire, spread hell throughout my soul And higher the wire
Found their root and brought me back to its place And on the hill where I was born, there is a rose without a thorn They cut it off each year and give
metal And knew that gods admissions are both open and free And that he slowed the medics down, the rivers too fast for me N' edits and re-writes we askith
Behind the glittering mask of pride Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side Desire, the fire Spread hell throughout my soul And higher the wire
for all the bones, and buried stories 'neath the golden streets. 'cause i can never shake the feeling that they're trying to pull one over on you and
's overgrown over her tears. Hide from time, Hide from time. Grow the garden year after year, The roots dug deep she won't be found down here, Brambles thorns
more You never wanna let go To touch the roots of experience The most basic ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and
