By Mark A. Garcia
I was born into a world where paper it was king
It drove some souls to madness it drove their hearts to sting
It made them run in circles it made them fly so low
It made them fight and lose their love
It made their minds so slow
Yes I was born into a world where paper it was king
Tied a life, tore a heart, ripped a vote, wrapped everything
Everything that comes to you is open to be sealed
Like the wise men in the gutter who's gifts are soon revealed
Anything that comes to you is given to be tossed
Like the time that you spent running is the time spent on the cross
The cross I am a word I am a line I am a heart
I am a bridge I am a puzzle I am a angel
I am a street I am a church I am a
I am a track I am a river I am a noose around your neck
I am a thought that's been erased
I am a vampires fall from grace
I am a cross
Wrapped up in across with paper as my king
Wrapped up in a cross with paper as my king
Wrapped up in a cross with paper as my king
Wrapped up in a cross with paper as my king
Wrapped up in a cross with paper as my king
Wrapped up in a cross
