Paroles de Cross Child

Now the world goes round and round My eyes keep the fear The pages of fate over the floor There are shadows that talk to us They say softly that we've the shadows Wisper night and day os sins There are winds that cut Tear us apart Decipher us They see in our flesh Insecurity Sand escaping throught my fingers Cross child I'm your little soldier without wars I'm destiny of cables that are born from the roof My blood is sucked and spat in the veins The pages of fate over the floor Oh God, help this poor child You've already used your child once, remember? Cross child