Ragged Bed Songtext

von Spiritual Front

Ragged Bed

You should let me rot in this smelly ragged bed
It’ s not my will that I want it back
I will count my father thousand step
I will count my mothers thousand lies

The marches of people fighting,
The tragedies of emperors without crowns,
I will never ask my self again
What’s the meaning of believing in myself

Is there a reason to remain besides my stray ideals of purification,
Let me rot in this bed of crimes and sweat,
Save me from my empty nights of alcohol

…and every time your hands grasps my neck
I feel saved like the Christ.
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of diying without changing?

I know how useless is to ask you to spare me now
I know how useless is to believe in the bold fascination of my sexuality

But what nails me inside?
Is the exstacy of your lifeless body,
The decadent shine of your lust
I ignore the sense of perfection….

The end is in between our lips while
We deny love its coronation,
I want to embrace you and forget
The condemnation that god inflicted us

Have I ever been free?

…and every time your hands grasps my neck
I feel saved like the Christ.
Is this your courage?
Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying without changing