And the boys stretched out their limbs and fainted on the cross—
Consider this. If there was no ignorance, there would be no lies
And the cross welcomed them with such soft missions like chanting raise up off me until the sun wins
Consider this, if there was no sin there would be no innocence
And since they didn't understand what it meant to die, they saw this as honest rising up
Consider this a style but it's really a will with a myth attached to superstition and finally it breaks loose and finds the King of Harlem blindfolded in a temple looking for the difference between freedom and the mirror and you came running
