Stations of the New Cross - Glassjaw

The crow arises

And steals the dreams from my eyes

Kneel down and kiss the ground

Stations of the new cross

Yet at the faintest light,

Even his conscious is eating him alive

I believe in

Regret for when the morning appears again

I believe in one regret to hold

You when the morning appears again

Dawn of devotion

Temporary nuance

I light fire to bait a prey

Simpler than you are

Though you don’t believe I might

Even his conscious was eating him alive

Tell the world

I believe in

Regret for when the morning appears again

I believe in regret for when the sun appears again

The crown arises and plucks

The dreams from my eyes

The stations of the new cross