Spiritual Front - Ragged Bed lyrics

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 beside 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 dyin' Without changin'? 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 s**uality But 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 between our lips While we deny love its coronation I want to embrace you And forget the condemnation that god inflicted us Have I 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 dyin' Without changin'?