You wear it like a veil Respectful of the day You find your self impaled On the sting In her tail It's fits you like a noose This umbelical rite When you try to shake it loose It pulls tight It pulls tight You'll be crowned King of thorns, king of thorms Endless night On and on Chasing dawn You setyourself a task That you cannot complete You don't get if you don't ask This time you can't compete You're walking Escher's path From witch you cannot stray With both your eyes sewn shut Now it's dark all through the day You setyourself a task That you cannot complete You don't get if you don't ask This time you can't compete You'll be crowned King of thorns, king of thorns Endless night On and on Chasing dawn Chasing, chasing dawn