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• Artiste: Convictions
• Titre: Buried In Thorns
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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 hold of his head He's not the saint he always pretended to be; the devil lives inside a broken man She's never gonna sleep again And the scars you left are the reason 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 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 That He has mercy on your Malevolent, putrid Vile, corrupted Perverted mind You wretched, loathsome Pathetic excuse for a soul She's never gonna sleep again And the scars you left are the reason 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 I fell from your fist for the final time I'm drawing the line With a clear conscience, I'll break the silence I will escape the circle The circle of violence! I will escape the circle The circle of violence! In Christ alone Save this broken soul In Christ alone Give me strength to speak my truth With atonement, with justice Bring forth a season of redemption