Suicidal Stones – Caedmon’s Call – letras

Outside the city wallsAlone with what I’ve knownLike a criminal who sly-thieves joyFrom his own homeSome just line says I should die by fireSo I’m cutting up the kindlingAnd the kerosene I cryTake these suicidal stones from my handSuicidal Stones from my handSuicidal Stones from my handCaught in theActor on regret’s stageSoliloquy without sympathyis my penance paidBuilt on quicksandToo low to see the groundSniveling in a Job-en cry while I look downComment scrawled in the dirtFor the pity-boy cowered in hurtOf a bridge that instead is burningAnd a new boy that instead is learningThat it’s harder sometimes to be than notAnd it’s easier forgiven than forgotHe says it’s by the tree that you have diedIt’s by the tree that you’re alive