Testo Thorn On My Side

Carved in my heart, what makes my blood run cold? Only scars abrase my soul. Another lie, another thorn, this is my chance to grow. The pain ignites the rage that drives me. Poison in my veins, my hate is my true pain. The fire in my heart still burns strong, it's been so long, thorn in my side, They see me bleed, but won't see me dying. Peel away at the layers of my hate, with the swollen eyes I still remain