I wrote on my ehxausted body 
the comedy of redemption and lies
I role that I played so well...
That of the loser and fake 
No mothers talked to me Kindly 
No priest gave me consolation 
What can your love offer to me?
What can my virtue give to me? 

But no one paid me back 
No one gave me my life back

How can continue my comedy 
Without seein'me bleed on it
Adore the viles that adore us
There isn't a hell without 
Its own equilibrium
And a opera that doesn't kill his actor

But no one paid me back
No one gave me my life back

You deprived me of my conscience
And the word that will be action 
And of the infinite sleep that will 
Drag me through these seas 
But I will run along these banks 
That you traced for me 

But no one paid me back 
No one gave my life back