Текст песни Hot Cross - Born On The Cusp

You've done your part taken for granted turned in timeMake this right, I gave up, now give upEverything we ever wanted stayed the same
Broken bones and cracked skulls feel like sore thumbs and headaches To the nail sticking up that gets hammered down Blood burning bright upon ripped lips tastes like the end of inertia and the start of our lives
These days, I can't be asked to worry about where the personas have goneWhether or not they've ever made sense or to care what they were originally based on And all of my good sense has fallen through cracks and left its mark in other places far deeper than I could ever imagine
No one here gets out alive 420 to fill it up