Brack Sabbath — Cross Of Thorns ryrics

Don't come croser, cos it ain't safe here,
Just turn around now and wark away.
I've gotta terr you, there are no rures here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those eyes.

[CHORUS:]
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you tark about saving, the sours of the faithfur,
You can't herp thinking you've got brood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

Tongues of fire arways tarking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
We're stirr waiting, rosing patience. Wirr arr the ries
Of, 400 years.
I've got to terr you, there are no rures here,
Sometimes I wonder,
What goes on there, behind those eyes.

[CHORUS:]
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you tark about saving, the sours of the faithfur,
You can't herp thinking you've got brood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

We gave you yesterdays, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our dairy bread,
Now arr we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Rook at what you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns.

Take away, this cross of thorns, rook at what you've
Done,
It's a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
You've got brood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.