You should let me rot in this smelly ragged bed
It's not my will that I want back
I will count my father thousand steps
I will count my mother thousand lies
The marches of people fighting
The tragedies of emperors without crowns
I will never ask myself again
What's the meaning of believing in myself
There is a reason to remain besides
My stray ideals of purification
Let me rot in this bed of crimes and sweat
Save from my empty nights of alcohol
And everytime your hand grasp my neck
I feel saved like the
Like the Christ
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying
Without changing?
And everytime your hand grasp my neck
I feel saved like the
Like the Christ
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying
Without changing?
And everytime your hand grasp my neck
I feel saved like the
Like the Christ
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying
Without changing?
I know how useless is to ask you to spare me now
I know how useless is to believe
In the bold fascination of my
Sexuality but what nails inside?
Is The ecstasy of your lifeless body
The decadent shine of your lust
I ignore the sense of perfection
The end is between our lips while
We deny love its coronation
I want to embrace you and forget
The condemnation that God inflicted us
Have I ever been free
And everytime your hand grasp my neck
I feel saved like the
Like the Christ
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying
Without changing?
And everytime your hand grasp my neck
I feel saved like the
Like the Christ
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying
Without changing?
And everytime your hand grasp my neck
I feel saved like the
Like the Christ
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying
Without changing?