Citation: W. J. Bryant
My crown of thorns
Has left scars upon your feet
A rose begins with nothing
Oh, don't you tread on me
I’ll be the judge
Let me be judged
A light begins in heaven
Only heathens under me
So, if I stand on water
What will you call me?
My crown meant nothing
There’s pain in hypocrisy
This crown of thorns,
You shall not crucify mankind
I‘ve washed the stones
I’ve bled on sheets
The Church is not my Wisdom
There’s just no one left to bleed
Can't you see?
You’ve scarred me
And I meant nothing
I want to set you free
So, if I stand on water
Will you talk to me?
Or create another martyr
With thorns above his cheeks
My crown of thorns
Has left scars upon your feet
A rose begins with nothing
Oh, don't you tread on me
Don’t walk all over
You can hardly speak
I tread emotion
You stumble ‘cause you’re weak
Because you’re weak
You tread on me
I cannot speak
You tread on me