Thanks god that I stopped rocking,
Now I don't have this motherfucking pain,
Do I always have to cry?

I'll thanks my god tomorrow
That I don't have the goddamn sorrow,
Babe, do I always have to die before
Initiation in the sublime.

Pure madness and nothing follows,
I carry on and I still borrow days
That I will always waste until
My Prometheus breaks up the chains.