Spiritual Front - Ragged Bed


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 

Is there 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 hands 
Grasp my neck I feel saved like
Like the christ 
Is 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 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 condamnetion that god inflicted us 

Have I ever been free 

And everytime your hands 
Grasp my neck I feel saved like
Like the christ 
Is this your courage? 
Is this the courage? 
How true is the luck of dyin' 
Without changin'?

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