Irreverent Elegy

My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
 My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
 My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
 'Cause when you truly live
 'Cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain
 'Cause when you truly live you can fall...
 My bed is made of small fresh leaves
 Moving slowly like a requiem
 My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
 Coming loose along a black oval path
 My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy
 Composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
 Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me
 Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad
 Over the sad effect, this filthy disease causes to my limbs
 And to my heart?
 I believe the persistence
 Of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
 I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
 Of full and perpetual delight
 Nothing is true, all is allowed
 Nothing is true, all is allowed
 In every dramatic situation
 There is a subtended element of absurdity and humor
 Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
 And corrosive
 Our identities change every day with our memories
 We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
 We change our skin and consistence
 And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory
 Trusting our memory
 Trusting our memory