| There’s a cross across the road
To me it looks more like an X to mark the fucking spot where they dump those who are forgot It doesn’t give hope or inspire faith It’s a tragedy and a human waste those were people, with love and fear and now their dust on the mountains Which isn’t where I’d want to be to get as fucking far away from here They didn’t get released, no compassionate freedom They will forever overlook the last place they ever existed in human form the fences can’t hold energy and dust can fly fucking free but it’s a reminder, that they’d rather burn your dead body Than set you free… |
I need a shovel I need a shovel to dig up the corpses those who never got to choose those who were burnt to a crisp those who can’t and never could say get me from this place I want to take a baseball bat and smash that cross that mocks the dead and pretends that forgiveness is something they’ve obtained People die every day still wrapped in society’s chains It haunts me every night that I sit in front of this fucking window Its the give and take cause if you want the moon then you have to deal with hell also… ”White crosses on Mountain tops, I wana smash them all”… |