Craft of Mourning
by Cult Leader
From the album: A Patient Man
Duration: 2:10
Lyrics for Craft of Mourning
In the shame of youth stood the lion's ghost Black eyed and smiling ignorant and innocent It was my first taste of death A violent sour loss and the guilt is eating me alive My memories of you are worth more than god A string not broken by the indifferent hands of fate But by my fucking need For never ending pain I should be dead not you