Border Lyrics

Spiritual Front Border

I'm paying a heavy debt
Tell me what is the most fertile sin
The one that despite all could keep me still alive
The one that could shake my improductive torpor
Give me a tough and humiliating discipline that can shake
my serves,
that can break my bones.
Make me a severe move that could make my useless
existance tremble.

Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.

Elegant men like you have created a great road to march
on
and a father like you inflicted it on a son without
quality
Make it weigh strongly on my pale body
Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse
and the obsessive nausea of ideals
Faith will not save me from myself
Nor will your words make me a saint


Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.