Be unto others, a shepherd of falsity
The smile that comforts cohorts with the hands in coffers
The fate of our kinship unveils a mystery
But where could I sail now if they were to part the hawsers
If you, could only keep me furled
Like when she, would caress me with all
The riches of the world
Turning their backs as to rid them from heresy
Disowning me with no hope for god’s counteroffers
Mourning was my time to enlarge my legacy
The body still warm will get its heat on my share, the lone heir, blessed by her care
I believe in the holy prayer
Sin is not anchored on the bearer
Yet when the Lord comes calling my name
None will throw roses and aim
Inside your golden coffin
The reign of power is measured by scarcity
And nothing is rarer than a stardust miracle, your tribe, your kin, your blood, your own family
The temptation of the flesh by my hand, flailed my knife on my own pack
All the diamonds, all the gold in the land, none could ever bring her back
I believe in the holy prayer
Sin is not anchored on the bearer
Yet when the Lord comes calling my name
None will throw roses and aim
Inside your golden coffin
Inside your golden coffin
Do anything to get your money fix, suck the marrow and the bone
When they get ‘nough of your manure mix, realize now you’re alone
Inside your golden co
Inside your golden co
Inside your golden coffin