The Stone Cross - Job For A Cowboy

The Stone Cross

Job For A Cowboy

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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 with 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 with 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

- It's already the end -