Baudelaire

(álbum: Source Tags & Codes - 2002)

The only sin in this world of pain, in this world of shame
In this world of heartache
The only sin in this world unjust, in this world of lust
In this world distrusting
The only sin in this world corrput where passions erupt
And end abrupt

Is a crime
With no great gestures cry
It's eyes with no great evil's shine

Here among all the vicious beasts with their blood lust feast
Ordained by black priests
Here among poison viper's bite, a police gunfight
In the unknown night

Is a man
With no great master plan
No deadly weapon clutching in his hand

You'll never see the light in the darkest night
Never see the light, never see the light
When the boredom comes
You'll never see the light in the darkest night
Never see the light, never see the light
When the boredom comes
If you're one of the boring ones

The only crime in this violent place with lies two faced
Where love's disgraceful
Crimes committed with sharpened knives and wasted lives
Of those who are forced

To shove
And murder the peace dove
There is no higher calling coming from above

You'll never see the light, quell this appetite
Never see the light, never see the light
When the boredom comes
You'll never see the light, quell this appetite
Never see the light, never see the light
When the boredom comes
When you're one of the boring ones