I didn't even pick the wood
that I was on a waiting list
and between the grave and the cross
now I'm a new graduate
won't take that gift from me
because I knew that I was mortal
for not attacking that evil
that I was allergic to death
What am I doing in this place?
where now it's already so inert
I won't give you more trouble
throw a fistful of dirt on me and close it
For today, my world just came to an end
this world of egos that, as you know
the one-eyed guy is always king
and I'll keep waiting for your gifts