Handmade God

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 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 (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