For that viper that grows inside your head
 she remains there waiting to be fed
 self made parasite speculating about the end

 (I ask you)

 Can you forgive her?

 Back into the womb of this holy woman
 else pregnant of an entire breed
 of men afraid to create, (to) take place and to proceed

 (I ask you)

 Can you forgive them?

 They promised me a miracle
 a private god for me to hold

 Can you forgive me?

 They promised me a miracle
 someone to really really love

 Can you forgive me?

 Your handmade god
 is back into your womb

 Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy
 of creating a god that sees what I see,
 looks exactly like me, rather what I (what I) wanted to be

 Can you forgive me?

 For that viper that grew inside my head
 for having betrayed you so well

 Can you forgive me?

 They promised me a miracle
 when all my crimes will be just one
 but now is gone.
 They promised me a miracle.
 Back to your womb it feels so cold.