Circa Survive Kicking Your Crosses Down
In case it gets away from us
Don’t pull it closer,
the damage revealed the cost
And it wasn’t worth it, but they’ll never know
To keep in mind the line that separates idols
If the world is a dream and nothing is worth it
Unless you have a god. (We’re all going to hell)
But we wont be saved we’ll live as slaves to love
What god takes away, let’s refill all your holes with mud
“Purchase your tickets; I’m kicking your crosses down”
And all the voices sound just like you
I’ll be there-
Breathe in-
It’s been so long (I’ve felt so wrong again)
I fixed myself up nice but you never came
The words rolled off our backs and sound the same
I’ll be waiting-
I hope that it’s worth it but I’ll never know
