Theme for the Cross

Las maravillas del mundo Recuerdas un día (De la mente) Del abismo de la existencia Recuerdos sumergientes Recuerdos de la tierra Hechos con tierra The sky was open and gorgeous The blue was a view but was tortured Chemtrails poke holes through commuters Swept, swept, we went to find water Tin can flew off to New York The TV had said that you ought to The same show protested the order From fifty foot, cigs blow smoke 'cross the border To men that drowned holding their daughters And weren't allowed refuge from the horrors The instruction was mutual borders I ain't felt this world and its orbit Haven't felt this world and its orbit TV runs the show's creds and goes dead Now it's time to climb bed and be well-slept Sometimes I watch the TV in my head Sometimes I watch the TV in my head