A man that has a pain
Is more elegant
He walks so strange
As if he was getting late to a place
He should walk a bit farther
He bears the pain
As if he was bearing many medals
A crown, a million dollars
Or anything that is worth that
Opium, Edens, pain killers
Don't talk to me about this pain
It's all that I still have
My last opera will be my suffer
Opium, Edens, pain killers
Don't talk to me about this pain
It's all that I still have
My last opera will be my suffer
It's all that I still have
Our last opera will be living