Say a word
And savior will come
Say a word
And the morphine will calm
Outside those men
Want to dip themselves into temptation
Avoiding them
Substance renders all new
Lust and greed determine
Condition of misery
Instead of love
My suicide arrives to God
Deep inside me
It grips me and substance reveals
You're a slave of metamorphine
Slave of your truth
Half metaphor
And half morphine
But the divine
Ear has found shelter somewhere
Hesitating mouth
Solitude is all I ask for
There is nothing
For me here
From the wound of hairshine
A religious rationality
That make me
A blind devout
Ascension in an imaginary
Belief seasonal
Roaming like
A pagan is destiny
Killing for a reign
Called Utopia
Canonical effigies
Thrown in the mud of indifference
Recovered by
Blood and torture
Say a word
And savior will come
Say a word
And the morphine will calm
Outside those men
Want to dip themselves into temptations
Avoiding them
One figure lives, one faith of fire
(As a metaphor reaches the truth)
One zeal turns upside down me, lower
(Show me now the way)
Substance renders all new
Lust and greed determine
Condition of misery
Instead of love
My suicide arrives to God
Deep inside me
It grips me and substance reveals
You're a slave of metamorphine
Slave of your truth
