Fly me morning
   to the whisper of the trees
   to the knowledge of the moonlight
   deception of the peace
   listen to the wind
   see the beauty of the tears
   the lines upon your hand adjure the colour of the fear
   dream away
   dream us away
   dream away
   'cause all I ever wanted and all I do is
   listen to the crown of thorns
   stick it in my head
   listen to the crown of thorns
   dry the bleeding in the dirt
   listen to the crown of thorns
   in the shade of grace
   listen to the crown of tears
   turn into a palm of rose
   I'm living on a blade inside a rose who's longing for to fade
   who didn't understand to be the beauty not the beast
   the wish inside the essence is to be the thorn and not the face
   so pierce the nail and not the rose through thoughts in our maze
   dream away
   dream us away
   dream away
   'cause all I ever wanted and all I do is
   listen to the crown of thorns
   stick it in my head
   listen to the crown of thorns
   dry the bleeding in the dirt
   listen to the crown of thorns
   in the shade of grace
   listen to the crown of tears
   turn into a palm of rose
   I'm living in a room inside the man who pulls the trigger down
   I'm walking every step the dead man's walking to the edge
   I'm speaking every word the priest said to the nation on a screen
   insanity create this inhumanity machine
   dream away
   dream us away