Root

[Verse 1]
The weight of our heads on our shoulders
A magnetic pull towards grace
Flesh shedding blood on its way
A boneyard of retro display
And the bruised hunks of skin
No longer moved by the wind
Lead to X marks the spot

[Vocalizing]

[Verse 2]
Crow collect the toll from these time eaten frames
Mixing dust with dust while cawing new names
Kin on a tightrope hum a carpe diem tune
I've paid the murder and they brought me to you

[Outro]
At this time I stand before you with no regrets
I burnt this map of mеmories, yes
Pointing to X marks the spot
I havе all I want
At X marks the spot