I`d take this body of mine
And i`d throw it to the wolves!
I can`t exist anymore like this!

If I don`t put my soul for sale
I can`t pay the rate to the bank.
I`ll take this body and shy it
On the black market of passions:
If it can`t feel dew, mountain and sunrise
Then it should live in stinging salty iodate tears
Maybe I would make it cry,
And it would wash itself...
Because this carnal from life
It is so diseased of destiny
That I`m disappearing.
If I could only discern myself in this black dreams!
At least with one barked love undertone from within!
A whisper
That disappears in the melodrama of infinite debts.
That disappears
From the finite of my thoughts
That run towards hope!