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Don't come closer, cos it ain't safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
I've gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those eyes.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
We're still waiting, losing patience. Will all the lies
Of, 400 years.
I've got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder,
What goes on there, behind those eyes.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
We gave you yesterdays, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns.
Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what you've
Done,
It's a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
You've got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.
Just turn around now and walk away.
I've gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those eyes.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
We're still waiting, losing patience. Will all the lies
Of, 400 years.
I've got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder,
What goes on there, behind those eyes.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
We gave you yesterdays, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns.
Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what you've
Done,
It's a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
You've got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.
Lyrics submitted by HawkDesigns, edited by zidders
Cross of Thorns Lyrics as written by Terrence Butler Anthony Philip Harford
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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I think that this song is mainly about those revolutionaries leaders Before rebelling against the figure that rules them
Telling them To think again before making their decision to start a revolution against their governments or their kingdoms or whatever, to consider The consequences of their doing
" Don't come closer, cos it ain't safe here, Just turn around now and walk away. I've gotta tell you, there are no rules here, Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there, Behind those eyes"
And made them think that even after winning this "whatever", they have a responsibility for those who support them...
" When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you, Young ones crying with there heads in their hands When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful, You can't help thinking you've got blood on your Hands. From a cross of thorns"
-Then the lyrics take you to the after of the saga:
That those leaders after they gain victory, they never kept their promises towards those who believed in them
" We gave you yesterdays, and now you want to-day, Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread, Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once Spoke, fade away. Look at what you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns."
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