You wear it like a veil Respectful of the day When you find yourself impaled On the sting in her tail It fits you like a noose This umbilical rite When you try to shake it loose It grows tight, it grows tight You’ll be crowned King of thorns, King of thorns Endless night On and on, chasing dawn Chasing dawn Chasing dawn Chasing dawn, dawn You set yourself 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 which you cannot stray With both your eyes sewn shut Now it’s dark all through the day You set yourself a task That you cannot complete You don’t get if you don’t ask But this time you can’t compete You’ll be crowned King of thorns, King of thorns Endless night On and on, chasing dawn Chasing dawn Chasing dawn Chasing dawn Chasing Chasing dawn