Firshaw - Cross Bound Prospects Lyrics

Cross bound prospects blinded by glee
Looks like I'm begging for mercy
False hope, an original name
False sending my false claims
Eyes of blue, a heart of gold
Constant clashing, my mind so old
Truly killing my false father
Will I last this soothing nature
Which will it be
Me or this grueling fantasy
Falling through the floor
To find the mad, man next door
Cross bound prospects blinded by sadness
Fighting this cycle of colored madness
A fake religion, a deafened society
That sound of course, oh it cries to me
Crackled lungs, skin of diamond
The truth at fault, my senses is heightened
Bells ring, the tolls sing
The crushed out cry, behold the king
Which will it be
Me or this grueling fantasy
Falling through the floor
To find the mad, man next door
Which will it be
Me or this grueling fantasy
Falling through the floor
To find the mad, man next door
Which will it be
Me or this grueling fantasy
Falling through the floor
To find the mad, man next door