Christles

ChristlesAll the truth you told me it could assistIn that endless journey in the mistDisappeared when I asked for itAnd revealed my cruel nudityFeelings do escape from deep withinLike mice do from the sinking shipNo one would ever dare to stay inWhere are your clothes my fallen king?I don't believe in Jesus Christ when see this place slowly diesI don't believe in Jesus Christ when all my life I have to fightFace your life through the centuriesAn endless race to fill in your emptiness