Songtext von Crusader Of Hopelessness

Stretch out in your Christ pose, marionette of lost hope. Your sadness at the expense of the world. You're dying to be this. You're living to be this. Energy wasted on feeling sorry for ourselves. We didn't deserve it. Like using a thousand apologies as a thousand excuses for making the same mistakes. Crusader of hopelessness. Crucified by yourself. What do you know about suffering? So full of reasons not to see the possibilities to change this suffocation and turn it into focus. 'Cause we don't need this. Forget about your self-pity, forget about your petty problems, forget about your small world.