Bare, The Cross

You gaze the wind, it seems You see the things unseen You're screaming for reprieve But the prophets' curse Has no reverse You climb the rain, it's true You bear the cross of truth But the weight of the world is pulling you Down to the ground Into the ground Every hand outstretched For your pound of flesh As though you were to blame For feeling everything You burn the world to ash So there's nothing left to ask And there's nothing more to know Content in bliss Sweet ignorance Every hand outstretched For your pound of flesh As though you were to blame For having everything You're not even welcome in your home So shake the dust off of your clothes They only need you when it's cold They only need you When their shit is getting old You're not even welcome in your home So shake the dust off of your clothes They only need you when it's cold They only need you When their shit is getting old Every hand outstretched For your pound of flesh As though you were to blame For feeling everything Every hand outstretched For your pound of flesh As though you were to blame For knowing everything