
Buried in Thorns Convictions
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[Verse 1]
She fell back from his fist for the final time
Slowly slipping out of consciousness
How could a picture-perfect family from the outside be so broken?
He made his children watch as their innocence was ripped apart
The angels wept overhead as the demons took control of his head
He's not the saint he always pretended to be
The devil lives inside a broken man
[Chorus]
She's never gonna sleep again
And thе scars you left are the rеason
Battered and bruised, a broken youth
This curse was left unspoken
She's never gonna dream again
Her heart won't beat; it's broken
Tattered and torn, buried in thorns
Her innocence was stolen
[Verse 2]
Your own daughter deserves a real father
They say love your enemies, but I hate you
Your own daughter deserves a real father
You hit a woman with the same hands that you pray to God
You hit a woman with the same hands that you pray to God
He has mercy on your malevolent
Putrid, vile, corrupted, perverted mind
You wretched, loathsome, pathetic excuse of a soul
She fell back from his fist for the final time
Slowly slipping out of consciousness
How could a picture-perfect family from the outside be so broken?
He made his children watch as their innocence was ripped apart
The angels wept overhead as the demons took control of his head
He's not the saint he always pretended to be
The devil lives inside a broken man
[Chorus]
She's never gonna sleep again
And thе scars you left are the rеason
Battered and bruised, a broken youth
This curse was left unspoken
She's never gonna dream again
Her heart won't beat; it's broken
Tattered and torn, buried in thorns
Her innocence was stolen
[Verse 2]
Your own daughter deserves a real father
They say love your enemies, but I hate you
Your own daughter deserves a real father
You hit a woman with the same hands that you pray to God
You hit a woman with the same hands that you pray to God
He has mercy on your malevolent
Putrid, vile, corrupted, perverted mind
You wretched, loathsome, pathetic excuse of a soul
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