Hot Cross A Weekend Spent Askance Lyrics

A Weekend Spent Askance Lyrics

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 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.