THE MIRROR’S CAGE
THE WEAK ONE
Walking on his knife
Suspended between the dark and be blind
He prays in the night
While a fool dance in the fire
A king dressed by his guts and flesh
Move the horse on his last chess match
Against the ferryman of purple dressed
Cross the river of pain, wet.
Here we can ear sneers of fear
Voices of beasts cuddled in your dreams
Whispers smell of rotten corpse
By words written with tickling blood.
This is your journey, my lord
Take a sit and enjoy our feast
From the walker to the clown
Through the mirror… your crown.
Music & Lyrics: Alessandro Medri
Director: Stefano Capuano
Editor: Tobia Montanari Lughi