I wrote in my exhausted body
the comedy of redemption and lies
I role that I played so well...
That of the loser and fake
No mothers talked to me kindly
No priest gave me consolation
What can your love offer to me?
What can my virtue give to me?
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
How can continue my comedy
Without seein' me bleed on it
Adore the viles that adore us
Implore the gods that implore us
There isn't a hell without
Its own equilibrium
And a opera that doesn't kill his actor
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
You deprived me of my conscience
And the word that will be action
And of the infinite sleep that will
Drag me through these seas
But I will run along these banks
That you traced for me
But no one paid me back
No one gave my life back
