Sometimes I think I’m a caprice of gods As they have formed me With one nod My eyes are fogged And I faint I have a great doubt That they are saint
The moves are so cautious and so imperfect I do one move, I must receive the permit
The only right I have is breath The evil way follows one path, The nervous system is deceased, My eyes don’t obey my persist
My calling is being a toy of gods’ whims Destroying my past, and I’m making new sins I add the colours to all of your dreams, I give you thing tomorrow never brings
The child of hell mocks at my soul, That’s one more proof that I am a doll