Thorns Pt. I  by Shawn Sthreshley / Matt Sthreshley 

How long will it be now

the time seems to drag on

theres nothinig in my way

for me to move on

I am a prisoner

but I am not confined

these shackles on my feet

are just illusions of my mind

I've told myself about a thousand times

to love the roses, even the thorns

these far winds blow

to meet our friends foe

giving us the way

to this black metallic hole

adventures in my head

causes my self-control to shed

leaving me alone

counting my thorns

only at the end do I understand

the pictures were distorted

thats why I could not comprehend

why are you leaving me all alone

still counting my thorns

I try my last try

I cry my last cry

when dark comes to sight

and the dark falls in fright

I'm all alone in the rosebush

counting my thorns

Pt. II   by Shawn Sthreshley

how can this be

I thought I had started over

I thought I was turned around

How long will it be

til I hear a voice I can understand

til the boys rip this place and I cry freedom

I dream at night

of my lovely that I left behind

and my lovley girl that I gave up  for this shithole

I want to kill

the ones that have shackled my hands and feet

but they'l never shackle my mind

but I can't...

for I've told myself about a a 1000 times to love the roses, even my thorns