Redemption or Myself
I wrote in my ehxausted bodythe comedy of redemption and liesI role that I played so well...That of the loser and fakeNo mothers talked to me KindlyNo priest gave me consolationWhat can your love offer to me?What can my virtue give to me?
But no one paid me backNo one gave me my life back
How can continue my comedyWithout seein'me bleed on itAdore the viles that adore usImplore the gods that implore usThere isn't a hell withoutIts own equilibriumAnd a opera that doesn't kill his actor
But no one paid me backNo one gave me my life back
You deprived me of my conscienceAnd the word that will be actionAnd of the infinite sleep that willDrag me through these seasBut I will run along these banksThat you traced for me
But no one paid me backNo one gave my life back