Scrape Wisdom letra

"This is what you owe the dead."
Again and again.

Tendons stretched and strangled.
Face poured flesh from head.
A Family's ties are mengled like
mother falling out of dead.

This is what I know:
Blue faced efforts that fail to reveal the color of her shadow.

My sense caught in a stone's throw and cleaner slates that keep track of all the baggage I tow.
Scrape wisdom of the tomb.
Early morning scars from masks shed in favor of never, or is it forever?

A mourning lost to secrets I'll never erase.

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