On a Bed of Thorns Lyrics

by Evil Masquerade
Album: Pentagram 
Yeah...

Cold as ice

Soiled and wrong

Deranged community of souls

First disrobed

And then defiled

No more hopes, no more goals

I can’t sleep on a bed of thorns

I am hurt, I’m scorned

I can see a figure with horns

I can’t sleep on a bed of thorns!

A bleeding truth

A damaged lie

The choir sings without a song

What goes up

It must come down

And this has floated far too long

I can’t sleep on a bed of thorns

I am hurt, I’m scorned

I can see a figure with horns

I can’t sleep on a bed of thorns!

I can’t sleep on a bed of thorns

I am hurt, I’m scorned (ha-ha-ha...)

I can see a figure with horns

I can’t sleep on a bed of thorns!