Burning Old Stories Lyrics - Singles - The Snake The Cross The Crown

With hardened hands make a fist and take down, 

With one desperate hit you're building and shaping the hate that you feel. 

You're scratching out memories you're burning old stories, 

Twenty-one years of bearing the cross six months away. 

A mother has lost the youngest of three ungrateful unworthy of any pride, 

It's not what you have love it's just what you lack. 

Give up this act give it a rest, 

It's time to come home it's time to move back cause' I know you're not waiting on me. 

I hope you don't think that I'm letting go, 

So I look at myself and ask what good would come from this shell, 

But I can't say if any at all from here on out there's no point on dwelling 

On the fact that you put these conditions on a love that we had both given up.