Hot Cross Requiescat Lyrics

Requiescat Lyrics

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
held true; a complicated rite forcing an answer through. These are prayers for
a sense left for dead or an elegy on the end of a life I once led. Learning
that we inhabit a bedtime story, prophets whisper to fools. Footbound and
adrift and losing a game for which we've written the rules. Rip my heart to
pieces. Scatter them all to the wind. And it's an ironic twist of fate, this
bit of hypocritical fare, when we're taught to look passed the suitable
answers, watch them dissolve and not even care.