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Thorn Wall / Crown of Enmity Video (MV)




Performed By: PlayAlpha
Language: English
Length: 4:41
Written by: Clinton Blackburn




PlayAlpha - Thorn Wall / Crown of Enmity Lyrics




If only i'd owned this malevolence before
Just a portion of the enmity i'm holding over
I'd fly a ward wide around, a wall of thorned acrimony
Once sheltered, begin to start over

Holding it on my tongue
Prickle wreath, a prickle wreath in your arms
Esteem it bleeds, the gold is leaching out

But when the air goes
In suffocating gasps
There's embryonic envy
In every aching itch

Holding it on my tongue
Cannot breathe, cannot breathe, hacking lungs
On the edge of drawing in what's eking out

The charlatan comes
With scintillating imprints
Of fledgling onyx fantasies
With every waving hand

Breathing in
The exhausting reek all over
His rushing fool Midas hands on me
Brushing wool pulling over

If only i'd owned this malevolence before
Just a portion of the enmity i'm holding over
I'd fly a ward wide around, a wall of thorned acrimony
But I won't let it start over

Drowning in
Concocted airs, vials and philters
We're rushing to fill with our hands, the sea
While trifling jewels warring over

Trifles, gone cycles
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If only i'd owned this malevolence before
Just a portion of the enmity i'm holding over
I'd fly a ward wide around, a wall of thorned acrimony
Once sheltered, begin to start over

Holding it on my tongue
Prickle wreath, a prickle wreath in your arms
Esteem it bleeds, the gold is leaching out

But when the air goes
In suffocating gasps
There's embryonic envy
In every aching itch

Holding it on my tongue
Cannot breathe, cannot breathe, hacking lungs
On the edge of drawing in what's eking out

The charlatan comes
With scintillating imprints
Of fledgling onyx fantasies
With every waving hand

Breathing in
The exhausting reek all over
His rushing fool Midas hands on me
Brushing wool pulling over

If only i'd owned this malevolence before
Just a portion of the enmity i'm holding over
I'd fly a ward wide around, a wall of thorned acrimony
But I won't let it start over

Drowning in
Concocted airs, vials and philters
We're rushing to fill with our hands, the sea
While trifling jewels warring over

Trifles, gone cycles
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Writer: Clinton Blackburn
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