Incapacidad Moral Transitoria

There is no choice, if between dignity and evil I walk in the middle
Why do I feel strange?
Like the Mantis that in the end, for not listening, lost its head
Thirst for evil, not my original sin, just another version
I'm going to lick your blood, you know that taste never takes up space

I am euphoria, then scum!
Due to my transient moral incapacity, glory
You have united the mystic and the Borgia in my being, and now they are sisters of pleasure
Aaah, aaah, aaah
You raise the level
Aaah, aaah, aaah
You raise the level

It's that strange mix when entering you, if it were out of me, it's your skin
that in my memory what I have lived today will turn into air

There is no choice, instinct and dignity, and in the middle I walk
If I lose control, it starts with the shirt and then comes my dishonor
Vile passion, even bugs when they fly are capable of, no, no, no
No one is saved, even angels would pay to feel my euphoria
Glory, even if they later felt like winged scum, God hates them
They would think on the way to hell: 'So what? I would do it again.'
Aaah, aaah, aaah
You raise the level
Aaah, aaah, aaah

It's that strange mix when entering you, if it were out of me, it's your skin
that in my memory what I have lived today will turn into yesterday

I can already see my poles making peace, reconciliation of my poor soul and my flesh
I have finally found the way to, the way to move to the ecstasy of being
Aaah, aaah, aaah... You raise the level
Aaah, aaah, aaah... You raise the level

It's that strange mix when entering you, when entering you
It's that strange mix when entering you, when entering you