Ragged Bed - Spiritual Front

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 dying without changing?

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 dying without changing?

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 dying without changing?

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

What nails me inside?

Is the ecstasy of your lifeless body

The decadent shine of your lust?

I ignore the sense, the sense of perfection

The end is in between our lips

While we deny love, it’s coronation

I want to embrace you and forget

The condamnetion that God inflicted us

Have I ever, 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 dying without changing?

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 dying without changing?

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 dying without changing?