Cult Of Youth Casting Thorns
I have seen three cats
Rip each other's throats
And ran with the wolves
Who drank each other's milk
Come bird by feather
Choking on the air
To awake the lovers
Fighting over love
Mercy for a stranger
Is like love amongst the pure
We've seen what traitors bring us
When mercy's at stake
When mercy's our passion
We fall to our knees
When cruelty's our master
We do as we please
And the healing hands of time
Cause loss to wither and die
And spring turns into summer
As day from night
And never abandon
The path
We cannot escape
Our need for wrath
Come trial by fire
We'll come
And take to water
As dog to bone
And the healing hands of time
Cause loss to wither and die
And spring turns into summer
As day from night