Alone with my sins and with my virtues
I see my strenght, my pain, my delight
Never tried to hide my potent drugs
But when I felt my scary decline
I got fed up with my sickness of my mind
That is all I ever made
Clamp on my wings and I again ascend on high
but I want more and more with my tongue tip
I want to touch the sun
I don’t criticize any sentiment
And I don’t look for no holy place
Never tried to hide what I felt
And plead guilty many times
I got fed up with the sickness of my mind
That is all I ever made