Letra de Vultures

You´ll find the cross only fits,
When your hands and feet are nailed to it.
"Can we get a picture with the pauper,
And another with the prince?"
Ma´am, He´s got your daughter wrapped in his fist.

To the boys and girls,
He´s alabaster,
But to his brothers, just another bastard.
With a story about a girl; enough to make you sick,
And how she made him king of her gracious hips,
She´s found a way to crown his fingertips.

Let´s show them where the bad ones go.
Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose.
Let´s show them where the bad ones go.
Color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones.

Wake all the children from their sleep
He´s robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap.
What lives below? He wouldn´t know.
So let´s tell them where the bad ones go...

You curse the tail between your legs;
Blue faced and black jawed,
Your innocent eyes rotted from your bedroom in the night.
A lesson from the learned:
If your skin won´t fit,
Don´t seal your soul just yet.

If the herd is the temptation that the faithless can´t evade,
"We ate all forbidden grapes and retreated to the vineyard,
To the void in which we dwell
With a tortured youth and heartaches we´ll sell
I´ll be the blood and body if you´ll ring that bell."

You´ll go down in history
With notebooks, pens, and melodies.
But you´re running from all of us.
You´re running from all of us.
You´re running from all your love.