Текст песни Being As An Ocean - Thorns

If cunning was our birthright,Than falsity became our sportBeings like trellises of roses,Vines, whose beauty so splendidly hidThe vicious biting of recompenseOurs alone to bare and gritSelf-designed deceptions,Jutting out of our skin,Warning all passers-by,“Careful, I'm beautiful, but you wouldn't like what's within!For while reveling in my form, you'll only bleed from my sins!”Perhaps the change began in the springs of our infancyWatered with poison, stunting in its toxicity,Or cutback too much in our pruningTrimmed with shaking hands, selfish neuroses

Left jagged with self-loathing, insecuritiesBut we don't have to let it dictate...Shake the death from your bonesShake free of the yoke, our mental oppressionsNo longer frozen, the key in our possessionSwing open your cell, break off that rearviewEven as the tree grows out of the heart of stoneOur past will not dictate how tall we will growShake the death from your bonesWill dwelling in the negativesEver bring about the light?Will living in the darknessEver expose what's right?
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