Crosses

Branded by stigma of desires
They turn to us when they want more
Our grace is melt in their mouths
We are not lost always we sleep
Steady

We followed the order path
We felt your assassine justice
Raided by sentences and whims
Tears by your saviour truth
Over bones and dust

Too much time without
Choising or thinking
I feel just a sucker
This sanity clash proves the taste
This is the taste of terrible real
Real truth

We followed the order path
We felt your assassine justice
Raided by sentences and whims
Tears by your saviour truth
Over bones and dust

We burn the order path
We rip your killer just justice
We swallow the meat
From the breaker
In pieces we show lies inside
Among over-bloody and twisted faces