Spiritual Front

I wrote in my ehxausted body
the comedy of redemption and lies
I 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 to me?
But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back
How can continue my comedy
Without seein'me bleed on it
Adore the viles that adore us
Implore the gods that implore us
There isn't a hell without