Irreverent, our calls are mute; the other lines are dead and gone. The cross we wear is the cross we bear, and the cause is lost without the care. A muzzle on the mouth that begs to speak. We wash our hands and tend their minor wounds, and so the cross we wear is the cross we bear, and the cause is lost without the care. Our words are lost, never found. The margins fill with broken hope - a manifest without the hold.
We butt our heads again on neutral ground. If the walls collapsed we'd stop to count the stones, and so the cross we wear is the cross we bear, and the cause is lost without the care. And words are lost, never found. The margins fill with broken hope - a manifest without the hold. A broken hope, a life unlived, a life foretold.
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You can almost taste the blood, sweat and tears that went into making this. This is one of those records that you need to listen to from start to finish each time you put it on. James Hussey