I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone Encircled and smothered within bars of rust
It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust An existence within a casket to bear the living
My humble and delusional confine My humble and delusional confine
Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust An existence within a casket to bear the living
I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone
It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust
I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone Encircled and smothered within bars of rust
Smothered within bars of rust Smothered within bars of rust