Requiescat letra

A blessed hand to cover the cursed mouth born of faith when tiptoeing around flights of fancy informs sonic acrobatics.
And 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.

Hot Cross - Letras

• 4A:030401
• A Tale for the Ages
• A Voice Turned Vacant
• A Weekend Spent Askance
• Better a Corpse Than a Nun
• Between Minutes And Miles
• Blame The Truth
• Born On The Cusp
• Cardiac Silence
• Consonants
• Dissertation 14
• Existence
• Exits And Trails
• Fatefully
• Figure Eight
• Finance Fuels The Sickness At Heart
• Finger Redux
• Fire The Foundations
• Fortune Teller
• History Fell In The Heart Broke Open
• In Memory Of Morvern
• Kill The Name
• Lend Me Your Brain (I'm Building An Idiot)
• Patience And Prudence
• Prepare / Repair
• Pretty Picture Of A Broken Face
• Putting The Past Right
• Requiescat
• Scrape Wisdom
• Silence Is Failure
• Solanka
• Tacoma
• The Eye Is A Tricky Machine
• Throw Collars To The Wind
• Turncoat Revolution