Grown accustomed to the thorn Piercing through this shade of empty Another victim's always born To see their feelings thrown Into the spiral Look what it's come to But it's cold here without you Bury the roses as the casket closes Hopeless endeavor Now it's time that we sever Bury the roses as the casket closes Grown accustomed to the thorn Piercing through this shade within me Another victim's always born To see their feelings thrown Into the spiral