"Elì, lemà sabactani?
Why? I've never done it to You!"
The weight on the shoulders
The splinters on my back
Should I become an
Implacable cireneum?
But my faith is fragile
My nature is to cry
When a fallen arises
When? If am I a black christ?
Fix the nails deep down
Into my absolution!
There's no words to say
When a fallen arises
When If am I clearly guilty?
No love will return again
No comfort will save me againno
Please, don't refuse me but embrace me:
In this hour all is done
I needI need to dream
Like I was a child
Losing my pupils into the void