Metamorphine

Say a word

And savior will come

Say a word

And the morphine will calm

Outside those men

Want to dip themselves into temptation

Avoiding them

Substance renders all new

Lust and greed determine

Condition of misery

Instead of love

My suicide arrives to God

Deep inside me

It grips me and substance reveals

You're a slave of metamorphine

Slave of your truth

Half metaphor

And half morphine

But the divine

Ear has found shelter somewhere

Hesitating mouth

Solitude is all I ask for

There is nothing

For me here

From the wound of hairshine

A religious rationality

That make me

A blind devout

Ascension in an imaginary

Belief seasonal

Roaming like

A pagan is destiny

Killing for a reign

Called Utopia

Canonical effigies

Thrown in the mud of indifference

Recovered by

Blood and torture

Say a word

And savior will come

Say a word

And the morphine will calm

Outside those men

Want to dip themselves into temptations

Avoiding them

One figure lives, one faith of fire

(As a metaphor reaches the truth)

One zeal turns upside down me, lower

(Show me now the way)

Substance renders all new

Lust and greed determine

Condition of misery

Instead of love

My suicide arrives to God

Deep inside me

It grips me and substance reveals

You're a slave of metamorphine

Slave of your truth