The Snake the Cross the Crown Burning old Stories Letras:
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
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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.
Letras: Burning old Stories The Snake the Cross the Crown [final]