Wooden Jesus

I stared at the dying sun
I let sinx into oblivion
I stared at the sparks of heaven
That curved a white ebony face

Sundrops were falling all night
Spitting the blood out on my face
I closed my eyes ears and mouth
I took my hands off the croos and went

My feet and hands just like wings
Were stretched on the angulsh tears
Twisted like crying for help
Whole made of my essence of faith

Sundrops were falling all night
Spitting the blood out on my face
I closed my eyes ears and mouth
I took my hands off the croos and went

I'm only a wooden Jesus