I do not want a misanthrope, begging
Generated by the insanity of those who know
How every day more collapse
The world without tenderness for such vacancy
Marked by the claws of greed
Well before had lived what does not fit,
And I assume it's over
What elapse in discrepancy.
Stupid heart of a being without peace
Knowing how the end is necessary
A pariah getting involved in any plot,
I feel truly be more urgent
How much need and penitent
The voice of the demon has me crying.