A preacher and his fanatism for convincing.

I have been confessed by the good priest

The voices outside are heaven

I’ve confessed a nonexistent crime

 

I have been confessed by the good priest

Because he promised I’d be released

I’ve confessed a nonexistent crime

Released and with you, the divine

 

Because he promised I’d be released

The voices outside are heaven

Released and with you, the divine

The voices outside are heaven

 

The voices outside are heaven

                                               I wish I could join the speak

                               Ten years, nearly eleven

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

 

                                               I wish I could join the speak

Oh, my Lord, I’m feeling sick

                                My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

My lungs are filling with gas

 

Oh, my Lord, I’m feeling sick

I’m loosing it

My lungs are filling with gas

I’m feeling less alive than dead

 

I’m loosing it

Released and with you, the divine

I’m feeling less alive than dead

                                               I wish I could join the speak

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