Casting Thorns - Cult Of Youth

I have seen three cats

Rip each other’s throats

And ran with the wolves

Who drank each other’s milk

Come bird by feather

Choking on the air

To awake the lovers

Fighting over love

Mercy for a stranger

Is like love amongst the pure

We’ve seen what traitors bring us

When mercy’s at stake

When mercy’s our passion

We fall to our knees

When cruelty’s our master

We do as we please

And the healing hands of time

Cause loss to wither and die

And spring turns into summer

As day from night

And never abandon

The path

We cannot escape

Our need for wrath

Come trial by fire

We’ll come

And take to water

As dog to bone

And the healing hands of time

Cause loss to wither and die

And spring turns into summer

As day from night