X-marks The Spot (Humanwine)

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