Woorden: Quicksand. Manic Compression. Thorn In My Side.

A thorn in my side, and you live just to pull me down
Rusted nail, I stepped on this infection

Thorn in my side
You're full, I think so of anger
You need to sit down, stay down

The things you, want but don't get, is that fair? I don't think so
A sure thing that you can count on a big depression

A thorn in my side
You're full, I think so of anger
You need to

Your praise, is two faced
And you're, you're cut down my friend
You're cut down

One, two, three, four

A thorn in my side, a thorn in
A thorn in my side, a thorn in