Lyrics:
soul
They always have, you know they always will
When your hand of sound is resting on my crown
It's a flood of ecstasy
And vibrations you spoke
and crown me with thorns, violent storms
Rusted nails hold me the shape of the cross by the edge
Searching for this
Just take this oath my grave
Heaven
nauseous nigga
I kill shit, speed dial the coroner nigga
All my fucks is in mourning nigga
Look I walk on water while I talk to the dead
There's thorns in my
in the hourglass
He was mocked and he was beaten, wearing a crown the soldiers made
A crown of thorns and he was bleeding, he had the cross on his
Thousand times I crucify you
But
I know you still loving me
Lord I'm back
My knees are on ground
I acknowledge the crown
That crown of thorns they put on you
hereby declare you guilty as charged
Oh lord almighty, let me bestow upon you a worthy crown of thorns
Overwhelming taste of pain and fear will be
Of a bloodbath
Within
And I think
You should know
That the thorns
On my skull
Aren't a crown
They're dull
I'm dull
I'm dull
If a warehouse is a castle
Then I'm
the blows
Wore the crown of thorns and rocked the robe
Even took the cross and struck the pose
He knew on the third day
He'll roll the stone
Then I saw
kind
Thorn on my side, a crown on my head with a sign
I am a victim, I wasn't given fulfillment, hit with the opposite
The rest of America idling, I am
as handcrafted stacks of impactful clout
I've spent time in active drought Soaked dry from acting out
Those who strolled by hold tight Meanwhile I'm strapped
hope abounds
In everlasting prime decay
Breeding the burgeoning
Proliferate crown divine
Born of a twilight
Strengthened by truth
And shadow warded
Drown
pulled by a calloused god
I'll blend your head to concrete in camouflage
I don't recognize the world you created
But I'm the god that memory has
skin
open your mind don't you ever slow down
Spread out your wings and reach out for the crown
it's not made out of gold
Cause it's the crown of thorns
was paid for me
I've been made clean By the blood of Jesus
Oh the burden of my sin
A crown of thorns and nail pierced hands you carried all of it
Oh
by it's thorn
She will cast salt for your wound
Old england wears no crown
Never in a million or so years
Did we suffer so much bloodshed
We
and sanctity
All to give our flesh and bone
Onward into foreign seas
With no fear and no regret
Heavy and with thorns equipped
The crown upon our heads
twisted thorns will keep
A crown upon a dead man
Daylights crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured lies
To the memories of a scream
And we
hooah)
I got joy dancing in love
I got bliss drowning in grace
God embraced me with His loving arms
So I’ll never feel displaced
Crown of thorns permitted…
Crucify me Christ
I'm just like you
Tears of blood and wine spill on my hands
I would want to die just like you
I made this crown of thorns from
our lamb
So taking all the scorn
He wore the crown of thorns
He died just like a boss
Laid our sins up on that cross
And just when the devil thought
The red blood of a king, poured upon the ground
A crown of thorns, wedged into his skull
The weight and burden of sin, too heavy for a man to hold
flesh from bone
In further mockery they crown him with a
Circlet of thorns
Finally Pilate has him brought out hoping to
Shock the crowd. He says
I'ma do the same thing)
Yo, we got a contract on the table from Atlantic Records
What do you think?
Well every rose has its thorn, and if I could
Crown of thorns
A disciple or two
We'll sell them Jesus hats
Jesus socks
Jesus coats
We'll sue the pope
Jesus shoes
Jesus dirty books too
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