Текст песни Hot Cross - Requiescat
Hot Cross - Requiescat слова песни
A blessed hand to cover the cursed mouth born of faith
when tiptoeing around flights of fancy informs sonic acrobatics.
An esoteric words for what never held true;
a complicated rite forcing an answer through.
These are prayers for a sense left for dead or an elegy on the
end of a life I once led.
Learning that we inhabit a bedtime story,
prophets whisper to fools.
Footbound and adrift and losing a game for which we`ve written the rules.
Rip my heart to pieces.
Scatter them all to the wind.
And it`s an ironic twist of fate,
this bit of hypocritical fare,
when we`re taught to look passed the suitable answers,
watch them dissolve and not even care...