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You call your sex "sin"

And call your meanness "love".

You talk 'bout life as a punishment

So you punish my freedom.

Thought kills the faith

Desire makes you weak

Effaced words build your hypocritical speech

Fine clothes, you wear

A deceptive pleasant skin

Naked Flesh: my guilty, human filth.

You don't dare

You don't search

You don't create

You look fair

You buy and sell

The pretext: the faith.

I don't say

I use my brain

I don't pray

It ain't my vein

I don't care 'bout the original sin

'Cause you don't know

Who I am, what I do, what I've been.

Thought kills the faith

Desire makes you weak

Effaced words build your hypocritical speech.

Fine clothes, you wear

A deceptive pleasant skin

Naked Flesh: my guilty, human filth.

[Lead: K. Venturini]

[Lead: L. Cardinali]

Am I the serpent?

Am I the snake?

Am I evil? ...A divine mistake?

Am I Satan?

Am I a man?

I was born, so would this be my sin?