The Thorns

Blind now with time And technology Illusions are crimes And soon you will pay Innocence denied Because your fantasies And your deepest thoughts Are now on display Your pain will bring shame As thousands replay Voyeurs to your disgrace In multiple ways Casting yourself as target, you destroy Frailness and purity you've lost so long before Armed with wisdom and saturation incomparable The fight for excuses has begun but the battle is lost The thorns The sting of one thousand cuts The thorns The quills confine drawing the blood Witnessed by the world Star of the spectacle The change will engage Exposure now staged Crumbling All that surrounds you Fading into shock This jolting distress will crush you in two The thorns The sting of one thousand cuts The thorns The quills confine drawing the blood