I Loathe کے بول

I am the thorns that pierce you I am the leaves that heal I am the thorns that guide you I am the pain that heals It is lies that we seek Illusions that we need The only way to survive Is numbly closing our eyes I loathe The dumbing down, manipulation Decry The tools of the trade that make us kneel I fear The end of the circle, the all-in-vain Detest What you sell as the truth, as critical thought No more I will swallow your waste, your selfless Is Refrain From what you preach to survive We are the thousand thorns We are the thousand leaves Sound the call to arms There will be no relief Disdain Remains a reward I can't reject Again I lack what I need to adapt Must I corrupt my soul to get inside? Must I derange myself to stay intact? Must I corrupt my soul to get inside? If I earth myself, does it all end?