The Stone Cross

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

[Guitar solo]

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

Smothered within bars of rust
Smothered within bars of rust