I wrote in my exhausted body [bad word] 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 [bad word] Without seein' me bleed on it
Adore the viles that adore us
Implore the gods that implore us
There isn't a [bad word] 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 [bad word] along these banks
That you traced for me

But no one paid me back
No one gave my life back