Border [Satyriasis] 2005

I'm paying a heavy debt
Tell me what is the most fertile sin
The one that despice all could keep me still alive
The one that could shake my improductive torpor
Give a tough and humiliating discipline that can shake my nerves,
that can breake my bones
Make a severe move that could make my useless existance tremble

Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.

Elegant men like you have created a great road to march on
and a father like you inflicted it on a son without quality
Make it weigh strongly on my pale body
Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse
And the obsessive nausea of Ideals 
Faith will not save me from myself
Not will your words make me saint

Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.