I Loathe Lyrics

I am the thorns that pierce you.
I am the leaves that heal.
I am the thorns that guide you.
I am the pain that heals.

I am the thorns that pierce you.
I am the leaves that heal.
I am the thorns that guide you.
I am the pain that heals.

It is lies that we seek, illusions that we need.
The only way to survive is numbly closing our eyes.

I loathe the dumbing-down, manipulation.
Decry the tools of the trade that make us kneel.
I fear the end of the circle, the "All-in-vain".
Detest what you sell as the truth, as critical thought.
No more I will swallow your waste.
Your selfless I's refrain from what you preach to survive.

We are the thousand thorns.
We are the thousand leaves.
Sound the call to arms.
There will be no relief.

Disdain remains a reward I can't reject.
Again I lack what I need to adapt.

Must I corrupt my soul to get inside?
Must I derange myself to stay intact?

Must I corrupt my soul to get inside?
If I earth myself, does it all end?

We are the thousand thorns.
We are the thousand leaves.
Sound the call to arms.
There will be no relief.