It doesn't hurt to dream you bleed
Though my pain is actual
So folded hands beg quick relief
Hold me up I will not fall
Hasten to the Word I call...
Robbing wicked wishing wells I am
I'll get away with what I can
Then one by one here have I come
To toss my coins again
I've been an evil man
Cause it's the onlyest thing I ever had
Now rational self brain deceit
Controls me guiltily
Bended knees pray hurt be brief
Hold me up, I will not fall
Hasten to the word I call.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI