This is a song about "Thorns"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I wore a helmet with horns and hold a sword of thorns

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

With thorns from what she's been through

Don't fuck around and make it true

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Imagine if this hat was a crown of thorns