1. CROSS OFF
2. SWORN APART
3. AXIS
4. THE NEVER
5. SAVE DEFIANCE
6. BLUR
7. BACK FROM THE DEAD
8. REVEAL
9. IMAGINARY DAYS
10. THE TRUTH IS DEAD
Cross off the days gone by.
Wasting away, a self-inflicted, slow decay,
What should've been, what never was,
became the end for both of us,
Heavy is the hand that points the finger,
Heavy is the heart that’s filled with anger,
so lay them all to waste,
Years you decided to erase,
And cross off the days.
So black out and hide behind the lines,
keep staring down the sun and hope
the light will finally blind your eyes from seeing.
Cross off the days gone by.
Cutting free, the phantom limb was part of me,
You have lived, you have lost,
the separation's worth the cost
Heavy are the words that go unspoken,
Heavy are the promises now broken.
Will you learn to love the taste
of the destruction in your wake?
Cross off the days.
Making my way back from the madness,
shifting my thoughts from the blackness,
and the sadness but the fact is,
i'm swinging through life like a clinched fist,
Fuck sanity, I want to bleed,
can't kill the pain, its everything,
its all I feel, its what I breathe,
Turn the hate I breed into what I need
Heavy is the hand that points the finger.
Heavy is the heart that's filled with anger.
Did you survey everything you laid to waste
and cross off the days?
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Cross Off
Written by Mark Morton, Chester Bennington, Jake Oni and Josh Wilbur
Vocals – Chester Bennington
Guitars – Mark Morton
Bass – Paolo Gregoletto
Drums – Alex Bent
Long gone are the days of right and wrong,
Complacent overcast
Pried eyes, a fodder feast to glut the minds
Shots fired, watch the soap box rise
A forked tongue, a French kiss
Ill winds blowing blacklists
Left is right, and black is white
Buying face, selling resourcing coins and cashing checks
Deep states and surface illusions
Blank space and buried collisions
Hold my hand and fill my head
Ring in nose, still unopposed
The truth is dead
Blessed bliss, binary codes
Ignorance and lethal loads
Shield the rich and kill the sick
Snake oil rigs anointed
Trust fund pigs duly appointed
Every wall a window, every door a lock
Heads in the sand, we feign oblivion
Welcoming landscapes of shadows and fallacies
Total eclipse, more appealing than reality
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The Truth Is Dead
Written by Mark Morton, Josh Wilbur, Randy Blythe and Alissa White-Gluz
Vocals – Randy Blythe / Alissa White-Gluz
Guitar – Mark Morton
Bass – David Ellefson
Drums – Roy Mayorga
