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I was able to give myself completely, and that's why
I find myself shattered,
and feeling abandoned.
Because I gave, without seeing who I was giving to,
and today my reward is
being on my knees.
On my knees in front of the altar of lies,
in front of so many piggy banks,
that are called hearts;
and communing in so much hypocrisy,
for daily bread,
for a corner.

On my knees, you gotta live,
to deserve some favor;
because if you stand up,
to shout
about all this ruin and evil.
Crucified, that's how you'll see yourself,
because of everyone else's morals;
in this cruel Golgotha,
where the most vile,
that one, plays the judge.

They've left me
with nothing but the comfort of my nights,
of my bohemian nights,
mixing dreams with alcohol.
And I don't want more, I'm fine being alone,
having as my friend
a glass of liquor.
At least with coins I've bought,
who can't sell me,
who will lend me courage
to keep up in this daily circus,
with the tricks
of so many clowns.