Lyrics
broken to be pieced back together
An angel hiding in the heart of a stone, i wear my scars like a crown
I had to know death to know forever, granting title
The thorns in my side make me alive, to be pieced back together
i wear my scars like a crown
broken to be pieced back together
i wear my scars like a crown
When sorrows rise, the thorns in my side make me alive
Broken before the maker, cutting through rubble to the bone
When sorrows rise, i wear my scars like a crown
I had to be broken, cutting through rubble to the bone
the thorns in my side make me alive
The thorns in my side make me alive, i had to be lost to be found, i had to know death to know forever
A refuge and father given, the thorns in my side make me alive
I wear my scars like a crown, an angel hiding in the heart of a stone
I wear my scars like a crown, to be pieced back together
i wear my scars like a crown
And the namer of names, a refuge and father given, cutting through rubble to the bone
I wear my scars like a crown, cutting through rubble to the bone
i had to know death to know forever
the thorns in my side make me alive
i wear my scars like a crown
The thorns in my side make me alive, to be pieced back together
i had to be lost to be found
i had to be broken
I had to be lost to be found, i wear my scars like a crown Death;, a refuge and father given
And the sculptors patient means, when sorrows rise
when sorrows rise
i wear my scars like a crown
Deliver ankles and wrists from pain, i had to be broken, i wear my scars like a crown
And the sculptors patient means, broken to be pieced back together, i had to be lost to be found
Deliver ankles and wrists from pain, broken pieced back together
when sorrows rise
I wear my scars like a crown, when sorrows rise Know, the thorns in my side make me alive
Broken pieced back together, i had to be lost to be found
And the holder of keys, when sorrows rise, i had to be broken
The thorns in my side make me alive, i wear my scars like a crown Phinehas, i wear my scars like a crown
to abound as eternally free
The thorns in my side make me alive, when sorrows rise, deliver ankles and wrists from pain
The thorns in my side make me alive, i wear my scars like a crown, i wear my scars like a crown
i had to be lost to be found
i had to know death to know forever
broken pieced back together
when sorrows rise
I wear my scars like a crown, i wear my scars like a crown
An angel hiding in the heart of a stone, to abound as eternally free
When sorrows rise, the thorns in my side make me alive
captive wearer of chains
The unsung and lonely orphan, i wear my scars like a crown, the thorns in my side make me alive
Will know forever, will know forever
when sorrows rise
The thorns in my side make me alive, broken before the maker, the thorns in my side make me alive
I had to be lost to be found, i wear my scars like a crown
I had to know death to know forever, cutting through rubble to the bone
broken before the maker