Sentenced, no more involved
What bothers me
Hard we realize, just in our eyes
To see me free

From the time we went together
Dressed for war
To settle lies, an independence
In my core

For what respected, in introspective
Of what be and may
Or the affected, cannot turn
To use another cheek
I have the challenge, not the balance
Or whatever sells
The gaining of a future, part of choosing life

Sin dies, with no more passion
When we need
Disguised, as all the frailty i wear

A simple clothing, as posture of a man
The ill-disposed has never been a better friend
Our painted life, a sacrifice to be again
Not to delegate i tell you why
It is the end

Could change all, that's all but me
Could feel all, but not feel free