Testo di Cross And Fiction

Suddenly He realized that he was alone Aline Her skin burned Caught by the scorching Sun On her head Looking around, he could see Two inert, dead bodies His mouth, blood and sore As a leprous dog Leprous dog Poor deadly man The son, the lord of all Schizo His blood is on the floor Poor deadly man Will die by crucifixion He imagined himelf As the lepers from his past That young beggar Who believed he could fly Imprisioned to die Rotting under the eyes of the sky His mouth, blood and sore Leprous dog Poor deadly man The son, the lord of all Schizo His blood is on the floor Poor deadly man Will die by crucifixion Poor deadly man The son, the lord of all Schizo His blood is on the floor Poor deadly man Will die by crucifixion