Cross Child
Korg
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
