Letra de Strife for Definition

My one hand nailed to the cross My other nailed to the sky And in the dead space in between I'll force the suns to bleed I exist in symbols Carved under my eyes Shedding mysteries and riddles Which disguise and then define And the poison will... drop like water And the children will... be fed The journey roams... inside my heart Pushing the fever... building the pressure Before I lay down, let me wonder If there's a sky under my feet My head's touching the solid ground Circling worms become my crown Follow me if you must Betray me and gain my trust I'm one of this exiled race The one that left no trace Our gods will always be The things that we crave to feel The truth lies so far from here Inside my honest fear...