HandMadeGod

For that viper that grows inside your head
 she remains there waiting to be fed
 self made parasite speculating about the end
 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
 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 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 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.
 
 For that viper that grows inside your head
 she remains there waiting to be fed
 self made parasite speculating about the end
 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
 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 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 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.