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

 

 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