X Marks The Spot Lyrics

The weight of our heads on our shoulders

A magnetic pull towards grace



Flesh shedding blood on its way

A bone yard of retro display



And the bruised hunks of skin

No longer moved by the wind

Lead to X marks the spot



Crow collect the toll

From these time eaten frames

Mixing dust with dust while cawing new names



Kin on a tightrope

Hum a carpe diem tune

I've paid the murder and they brought me to you



At this time I stand and speak of my one regret

I haven’t burnt this map of memories yet

pointing to X marks the spot

I have all I want At X Marks the spot