The Snake The Cross The Crown - Burning Old Stories lyrics

With hardened hands make a fist and take down,

With one desperate hit you're building and shaping the hate that you feel.

You're scratching out memories you're burning old stories,

Twenty-one years of bearing the cross six months away.

A mother has lost the youngest of three ungrateful unworthy of any pride,

It's not what you have love it's just what you lack.

Give up this act give it a rest,

It's time to come home it's time to move back cause' I know you're not waiting on me.

I hope you don't think that I'm letting go,

So I look at myself and ask what good would come from this shell,

But I can't say if any at all from here on out there's no point on dwelling

On the fact that you put these conditions on a love that we had both given up.