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Hot Cross

All I got is a Black Cross, And two crabs in my left eye, What you say you want you want, Like a lump in your right thigh. We're going left on right

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

The silence we've found always prouder than the voice you lost. Clawing through words dropped from lips content with a last breath like a heretic. Finding

Sifting through 3 years 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish I hads" And it's much harder to see how much space

Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart. One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls. It's like you've

These are new days with old stories so let's wash the same denial in similar patterns, because the emotions have become mere background noise. Please

What have you become? Just the prettiest picture of a broken face with a third of the appeal and never worth the chase. No sense in steering now, the

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

i have better memories of you during worse times days you planned with your head in your hands and your feet benath your thighs im sure youd recall that