I don't wanna set myself on fire just to keep you warm
Cruciform, our story is the story of the world
Sap in our lashes soaked from the storm
Stuck looking for the door
Stabbed in the back like the 10 of swords
Cruciform, our story is the story of the world
It was built to be burned
Bullets and tears everywhere we turn
But you know what I want I want skin on skin
I want hot breath and salt
Cause sooner or later it all falls