Sick of the sunnCorroded by the rainnStolen laurels in felted hairnWorn faces that have traveled a long waynWet rags sticking to her bodynBruised skin and sleepless eyesnGrinning and cursing under malevolent skiesnnStrolling through hellsnWhipped through heavennFlirting with venomous snakesnRaping angelsnStrolling through hellsnWhipped through heavennDancing on desolate streetsnWhen the skies rip opennnForgot his youth, but never her lovenForgot all his plans with lifenForgot the roof, but not the sky abovenMending their clothesnLicking their woundsnScratches from the corals on their backsnLove bites from the kisses of the shark-attacksnnStrolling through hellsnWhipped through heavennFlirting with venomous snakesnRaping angelsnStrolling through hellsnWhipped through heavennDancing on desolate streetsnWhen the skies rip opennnYou that were banned from heaven and hellnMurderers that have suffered great painsnSearching in oceans of absinthenThe land where it is better to livennBlack clouds pour their acid load on spiteful unbowed headsnAnd they are spitting it backnnYou that were banned from heaven and hellnMurderers that have suffered great painsnSearching in oceans of absinthenThe land where it is better to live