Verse

All that remains of this world is your greed,
Spoilt by choice and indecision,
I knew you didn't have it in you,
I knew you were so weak.

Chorus

And you wear this crown of thorns,
Placed upon your head,
Draining from your thoughts,
Leaving you with nothing.

All that remains,
Is tainted beyond measure,
I knew you never had it in you,
I knew you were so weak.

Middle 8

Crown of thorns,
Crown of thorns,
Crown of thorns,
Crown of thorns.