Avaricia

I got a sorrow, big is my sorrow
That lives in my memory
And runs through my veins
That sorrow, a sentence
Sensitive to injustice
Seductive greed is

At times I feel like nothing
Against an endless tide
Of inconsistency, life knows it all too well
It seems like it's costing me twice as much
And everything seems more complex
A dense panorama is looming
In what they call these modern times
Paying to live, living to dream
Dreaming to feel, feeling to not die
In the mere attempt to leave a mark
In this story without a name, man
Must face his worst fear
Having to confront another man
Like when and where
The questions remain alive, and the flame keeps burning
Human relationships like a box of surprises
At home, you see what you get
Part sweet, part thick
Part sweet, part thick

I got a sorrow, big is my sorrow
It lives in my memory and runs through my veins
That sorrow, a sentence
Sensitive to injustice
Seductive greed is

That's my sorrow, damn sorrow
For those who seek gold
Forgetting their treasures
It's a soul in sorrow, you cross the waxes
Cries of a silent world
Where there's no spring, yes

On a bitter Sunday
The passing of hours is killing me
Go away and don't come back, I'll be waiting for you
While the phone rings from time to time, I know
That nothing lasts forever
And a sorrow that bites hard
That sorrow that reason doesn't understand
Because it doesn't have it and when it sees it, it loses it
Torments neglect, the scared shadow gives up
Simple life crystalline entangles
Between the corner viper
The death of that row with a life point
That depressive, suicidal loneliness
Opportunities lost for all that
That God no longer looks at
Human relationships
Boxes of surprises
Part sweet, part thick
Part sweet, part thick

I got a sorrow, big is my sorrow
It lives in my memory and runs through my veins
That sorrow, a sentence
Sensitive to injustice
Seductive greed is

That damn sorrow
For those who seek gold
Forgetting their treasures
It's a soul in sorrow, you cross the waxes
Cries of a silent world
Where there's no spring, yes