Bare, The Cross
You gaze the wind, it seems
You see the things unseen
You're screaming for reprieve
But the prophets' curse
Has no reverse
You climb the rain, it's true
You bear the cross of truth
But the weight of the world is pulling you
Down to the ground
Into the ground
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For feeling everything
You burn the world to ash
So there's nothing left to ask
And there's nothing more to know
Content in bliss
Sweet ignorance
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For having everything
You're not even welcome in your home
So shake the dust off of your clothes
They only need you when it's cold
They only need you
When their shit is getting old
You're not even welcome in your home
So shake the dust off of your clothes
They only need you when it's cold
They only need you
When their shit is getting old
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For feeling everything
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For knowing everything
You see the things unseen
You're screaming for reprieve
But the prophets' curse
Has no reverse
You climb the rain, it's true
You bear the cross of truth
But the weight of the world is pulling you
Down to the ground
Into the ground
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For feeling everything
You burn the world to ash
So there's nothing left to ask
And there's nothing more to know
Content in bliss
Sweet ignorance
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For having everything
You're not even welcome in your home
So shake the dust off of your clothes
They only need you when it's cold
They only need you
When their shit is getting old
You're not even welcome in your home
So shake the dust off of your clothes
They only need you when it's cold
They only need you
When their shit is getting old
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For feeling everything
Every hand outstretched
For your pound of flesh
As though you were to blame
For knowing everything
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Writer(s): Kalen Chase Musmecci
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