Cruxshadows (The)
Hanged Man
Call the cardleft to layjust a pathagainst our future dayslay directionread the faceunderstand our crooked wayssmile at thisdirected plainher eyes are crackingin their wrinkled gazethe light is dancingon the tabletoprestlessness that just won't stopnow planted deeplysuggesting fateeating sweet naivetèwas it mirroror window glass?he subtle residuebeyond your graspHang the manby his legs let us hang the man
From Letras Mania