Текст песни Burning Old Stories

With hardened hands make a fist and take down,
With one desperate hit you're building and shaping the hate that you feel
You're scratching out memories you're burning old stories,
Twenty-one years of bearing the cross six months away

A mother has lost the youngest of three ungrateful unworthy of any pride,
It's not what you have love it's just what you lackSnake The Cross The Crown, The - Burning Old Stories - http://ru.motolyrics.com/snake-the-cross-the-crown-the/burning-old-stories-lyrics.html
Give up this act give it a rest,
It's time to come home it's time to move back cause' I know you're not waiting on me

I hope you don't think that I'm letting go,
So I look at myself and ask what good would come from this shell,
But I can't say if any at all from here on out there's no point on dwelling
On the fact that you put these conditions on a love that we had both given up