Hot Cross Born on the Cusp Letras:
You've done your part taken for granted turned in
time...Make this right, I gave up, now give
up...Everything we ever wanted stayed the same...
Broken bones and cracked skulls feel like sore
thumbs and headaches. To the nail sticking up that
gets hammered down. Blood burning bright upon
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ripped lips tastes like the end of inertia and the
start of our lives. These days, I can't be asked
to worry about where the personas have
gone...Whether or not they've ever made sense or
to care what they were originally based on. And
all of my good sense has fallen through cracks and
left its mark in other places far deeper than I
could ever imagine. No one here gets out alive.
420 to fill it up.
Letras: Born on the Cusp Hot Cross [final]