Hail victim, raise your voice, and curse this mortal chain.
Lay down your tired albatross, let Heaven hear your strain.
This unrelenting plague unbound, your agonizing toll.
Like God himself in parallel, delusion takes you hold.
Recoil. I see you writhe in distress.
Hell on earth. No one ever stood for pain like this.
Sing to me your plight unjust, define it for the rest of us.
No river of your tears, no sympathy will find you here.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
You clench your fist unto the sky to sound your troubled mind.
Unto the throne of sorrow"s scribe, of sacrifice divine.
Recoil. I see you writhe in distress.
Hell on earth. No one ever stood for pain like this.
Sing to me your plight unjust, define it for the rest of us.
No river of your tears, no sympathy will find you here.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Bite your tongue. Bleed unsung.
Bite your tongue. Bleed unsung.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Behind the Song:
'The story of the cross of Christ is sacred. It's most definitely not perceived that way by everyone, but it is for me. Expressing the hardships in life as your 'cross to bear' has become commonplace, but when I ponder its implication, is an insult to true and meaningful sacrifice. No burden you carry will ever compare to the weight of the world. The use of the word 'b******' is this chorus is, in fact, contextual. Making a statement like this shows an obvious division between its conveyor and a Heavenly Father.' - Ryan Clark
Lay down your tired albatross, let Heaven hear your strain.
This unrelenting plague unbound, your agonizing toll.
Like God himself in parallel, delusion takes you hold.
Recoil. I see you writhe in distress.
Hell on earth. No one ever stood for pain like this.
Sing to me your plight unjust, define it for the rest of us.
No river of your tears, no sympathy will find you here.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
You clench your fist unto the sky to sound your troubled mind.
Unto the throne of sorrow"s scribe, of sacrifice divine.
Recoil. I see you writhe in distress.
Hell on earth. No one ever stood for pain like this.
Sing to me your plight unjust, define it for the rest of us.
No river of your tears, no sympathy will find you here.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Bite your tongue. Bleed unsung.
Bite your tongue. Bleed unsung.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Not one of you b******s has a cross to bear.
Behind the Song:
'The story of the cross of Christ is sacred. It's most definitely not perceived that way by everyone, but it is for me. Expressing the hardships in life as your 'cross to bear' has become commonplace, but when I ponder its implication, is an insult to true and meaningful sacrifice. No burden you carry will ever compare to the weight of the world. The use of the word 'b******' is this chorus is, in fact, contextual. Making a statement like this shows an obvious division between its conveyor and a Heavenly Father.' - Ryan Clark