I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone Encircled and smothered within bars of rust It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust An existence within a casket to bear the living My humble and delusional confine My humble and delusional confine Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust An existence within a casket to bear the living I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone Encircled and smothered within bars of rust Smothered within bars of rust Smothered within bars of rust