Requiescat by Hot Cross Lyrics

A blessed hand to cover the cursed mouth
Born of faith when tiptoeing around
Flights of fancy informs
Sonic acrobatics

An esoteric words for what never held true
A complicated rite forcing an answer through

These are prayers
These are prayers

These are prayers for a sense left for dead

These are prayers for a sense left for dead
These are prayers for a sense left for dead
Or an elegy on the end of a life that I once led
These are prayers for a sense left for dead
These are prayers for a sense left for dead
Or an elegy on the end of a life that I once led

These are prayers for a sense left for dead
Or an elegy on the end of a life that I once led
Learning that we inhabit
A bedtime story, prophets whisper to fools
Footbound and adrift and losing a game
For which we've written the rules

(Rip my heart to pieces)
And it's an ironic twist of fate
(Scatter them all to the wind)
This bit of hypocritical fare
(Rip my heart to pieces)
When we're taught to look past the suitable answers
(Scatter them all to the wind)
Watch them dissolve and not even care