Lyrics Scrape Wisdom - Hot Cross

Scrape Wisdom

«This is what you owe the dead.»
Again and again
Tendons stretched and strangled
Face poured flesh from head
A Family’s ties are mengled like
Mother falling out of dead
This is what I know:
Blue faced efforts that fail to reveal the color of her shadow
My sense caught in a stone’s throw and cleaner slates
That keep track of all the baggage I tow
Scrape wisdom of the tomb
Early morning scars from masks shed in favor of never, or is it forever?
A mourning lost to secrets I’ll never erase