Stations of the New Cross

The crow arises and steals the dreams from my eyes
I kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of a new cross
Yet, at the faintest light
Even his conscience is eating him alive
Tell them all…
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again
Dawn of devotion, temporary nuance
Light fire to bait the prey simpler than you are
You don’t believe I might
Even his conscience was eating him alive
So, tell the world…
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again
The crow arises and steals the dreams from my eyes
The crow arises and plucks the dreams from my eyes
The stations of your new cross
The stations of my new cross
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again, yeah
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again