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