Текст песни Redemption or Myself - Spiritual Front

I wrote on my exhausted body
A comedy of redemption and lies
A role that I played so well...
That of the loser and fake
No mothers talked to me kindly
No priest gave me consolation
What can your love offer to me
What can my virtue give tome
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
How can continue my comedy
Without seeing me bleed on it
Adore the viles that adore us
Implore the gods that implore us
There isn′t a hell
Without its own equilibrium
And an opera that doesn't kill
That doesn′t kill his actor
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
You deprived me of my conscience
And of the words that will be action
And of the infinite sleep that will drag
Me through these seas
But I will run along those banks
That you traced for me
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back