Ado
9:9
Dressing in crosses Wearing them strapped to our backs Our hands and our feet, wooden wardrobe paperweights Awaiting the division that follows the swing of the ax Lust is crushed when we press forth Love is crushed when we press for them There was nowhere to go (And while we're under the tires I'll keep you close in the fold) My guardian was cast from the heights I seek communion with this thrown one Descending I search them out, descending out of light While my lover reaches to sway the sun
From Letras Mania