The weight of our heads on our shoulders
A magnetic pull towards grace
Flesh shedding blood on its way
A bone yard of retro display
And the bruised hunks of skin
No longer moved by the wind
Lead to X marks the spot
Crow collect the toll
From these time eaten frames
Mixing dust with dust while cawing new names
Kin on a tightrope
Hum a carpe diem tune
I've paid the murder and they brought me to you
At this time I stand and speak of my one regret
I haven't burnt this map of memories yet
Pointing to X marks the spot
I have all I want At X Marks the spot
1 | Rivolta Silenziosa |
2 | Wake Up |
3 | Big Brother |
4 | When In Rome |
5 | Dim Allentown Cove |
6 | Fire |
7 | Drugs The Masquerade |
8 | Vast The Olde World, Then Sails |
9 | Intoxicated |