Through open books on pages
That look too white
In the mouth, the bitter taste
Of days past the expires
When envy mixes with fever
Hustling the logic of things
Picture it like the way of the Cross without crosses
Like a desert crossing
And some needs to satisfy
Pages to black out, history to be created
Weary of crossed vains
Through open books on pages That look too white In the mouth, the bitter taste Of days past the expires
When envy mixes with fever Hustling the logic of things Picture it like the way of the Cross without crosses Like a desert crossing And some needs to satisfy Pages to black out, history to be created Weary of crossed vains