Текст песни Job for a Cowboy - 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
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
Другие тексты Job for a Cowboy:
- Job for a CowboyEating the Visions of God
- Job for a CowboySun of Nihility
- Job for a CowboyThe Stone Cross
- Job for a CowboyThe Synthetic Sea
- Job for a CowboyA Global Shift
- Job for a CowboyThe Celestial Antidote
- Job for a CowboyEncircled by Mirrors
- Job for a CowboyBuried Monuments
- Job for a CowboyWorming Nightfall