I lost any trace of decency-I beg without shame for your affection-And since I loathe my loneliness-I court the course of your absence-Life, for short, demands prudence-And asks for me to return to my path-But I, who know of life that which I phantom-Only choose perversion due to innocence-Maybe in the sad aftermath hours-There is some forgiveness, a near death-That makes me forget my bareness-Turning against me like a dagger-That I have been sharpening in you, cut by cut-To kill me in you in cold blood. Lyrics: Tiago Torres da Silva