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 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 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 sexuality

But what nails inside?

Is the ecstasy of your lifeless body

The decadent shine of your lust

I ignore the sense of perfection

The end is between our lips

While we deny love Its coronation

I want to embrace you

And forget the condamnetion 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'?

• Artist:Spiritual Front
• Album:Armageddon Gigolo