HandmadeGod

For that viper that grows inside your head
she remains there waiting to be fed
self made parasite speculating about the end

I ask you
Can you forgive her ?

Back into the womb of this holy woman
else pregnant of an enire breed
of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed

I ask you
Can you forgive them ?

They promised me a miracle
a private god for me to hold

Can you forgive me ?

They promised me a miracle
someone to really love

Can you forgive me ?

Your handmade god
is back into your womb

Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy
of creating a god that sees what I see,
looks exactly like me, rather what I wanted to be

Can you forgive me ?

For that viper that grew inside my head
for having betrayed you so well

Can you forgive me ?

They promised me a miracle
when all my crimes will be just one
but now is gone
They promised me a miracle.
Back to your womb it feels so cold.