Hot Cross A Weekend Spent Askance Letras:
Running in circles is the easiest way to lose
track of where you're going or where you've been.
We can scream for sin or for days about what we
lose and what we've won, but in the end you're
only as good as what you've done. Forget the phony
fuck that thinks with an ass instead of a head;
it's a game left for losers in a scene they're
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already fled. I can't believe for you, I've
already left so much behind. Eleven years of fists
and words to keep the right state of mind, and its
easy to lose when you've forgotten the game.
Whether it's sanity or love you've lost it all
amounts to the same. Patchwork existence. A button
martyr matrimony. Scene screen survival. An exodus
assumed. Who's got the monopoly on sincerity? It's
the same color with a different face.
Self-selected exiled running in the same old race.
Letras: A Weekend Spent Askance Hot Cross [final]