I sleep on a cross for my madness

I exist within a foundation of stone

Encircled and smothered within bars of rust



It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity

Sealed windows and doorways feel

Like decrepit paintings on the walls



Pieces of immovable art

Grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust

An existence within a casket to bear the living



My humble and delusional confine

My humble and delusional confine



Pieces of immovable art

Grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust

An existence within a casket to bear the living



I sleep on a cross for my madness

I exist within a foundation of stone



It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity

Sealed windows and doorways feel

Like decrepit paintings on the walls



Pieces of immovable art

Grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust



I sleep on a cross for my madness

I exist within a foundation of stone

Encircled and smothered within bars of rust