Christles

All the truth you told me it could assist

In that endless journey in the mist

Disappeared when I asked for it

And revealed my cruel nudity

Feelings do escape from deep within

Like mice do from the sinking ship

No one would ever dare to stay in

Where are your clothes my fallen king?

I don't believe in Jesus Christ when see this place slowly dies

I don't believe in Jesus Christ when all my life I have to fight

Face your life through the centuries

An endless race to fill in your emptiness