Spiritual Front "Ragged Bed" Songtext

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Ragged Bed

You should let me rotIn this smelly ragged bedIt's not my will that I want backI will count my father thousand stepsI will count my mother thousand lies

The marches of people fightingThe tragedies of emperors without crownsI will never ask myself againWhat's the meaning of believing in myself

Is there a reason to remain besidesMy stray ideals of purificationLet me rot in this bed of crimes and sweatSave from my empty nights of alcohol

And everytime your handsGrasp my neck I feel saved likeLike the christIs this your courage?Is this the courage?How true is the luck of dyin'Without changin'?

I know how useless is to ask you to spare me nowI know how useless is to believe in the bold

Fascination of my sexualityBut what nails inside?Is the ecstasy of your lifeless bodyThe decadent shine of your lustI ignore the sense of perfectionThe end is between our lipsWhile we deny love Its coronationI want to embrace youAnd forget the condamnetion that god inflicted us

Have I ever been free

And everytime your handsGrasp my neck I feel saved likeLike the christIs this your courage?Is this the courage?How true is the luck of dyin'Without changin'?

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