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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