It was the Rome of Caravaggio Surrounded by poor artists and vagabonds No hope means no fear That's what they say He choose what he's got A gloomy ambience Instead of fabulous skies Look at the paintings as though You do live on that paintings for real
Nothing but the blood can wash away my sin. I am one and I am the rest
MMDC has outlawed Not surprising he had many encounters with the law But this time it's new he's wanted for a murder And they offered a reward for his bead He does what he does the best Draws paintings to avoid the reality
Nothing but the blood can wash away my sin. I am the one and I am the rest
The painted repentance saves him from the judgment In a guise of the heroes we picture the masters Why wouldn't he portray himself as a hero Maybe he thought he would be forgiven
Nothing but the blood can wash away my sin. I am the one and I am the rest
It was the Rome of Caravaggio Surrounded by poor artists and vagabonds No hope means no fear As that's so true He was so good, he was a genius He was so bed, he was a wretch
Nothing but the blood can wash away my sin. I am the one and I am the wretch.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
