I'm paying a heavy debt Tell me what is the most fertile sin The one that despite all could keep me still alive The one that could shake my improductive torpor Give me a tough and humiliating discipline that can shake my nerves, That can break my bones. Make a severe move that could make my useless existance tremble.
Leave those like me at the end of this road. Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
Elegant men like you have created a great road to march on And a father like you inflicted it on a son without values Make it weigh strongly on my pale body Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse And the obsessive nausea of ideals Faith will not save me from myself Nor will your words make me a saint
Leave those like me at the end of this road. Leave those like me on the edge of this blade. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
