Moonspell Handmadegod
For that viper that grows inside your head she remains there waiting to be fed self made parasite speculating about the end I ask you Can you forgive her? Back into the womb of this holy woman else pregnant of an entire breed of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed I ask you Can you forgive them? They promised me a miracle a private god for me to hold Can you forgive me? They promised me a miracle someone to really love Can you forgive me? Your handmade god is back into your womb Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy of creating a god that sees what I see, looks exactly like me, rather what I wanted to be Can you forgive me? For that viper that grew inside my head for having betrayed you so well Can you forgive me? They promised me a miracle when all my crimes will be just one but now is gone They promised me a miracle. Back to your womb it feels so cold. ...
