You´re born with such perfection
the world is really pink,
but as you grow you realize,
your world´s been stained with ink.

The day is not so bright,
the night aint as romantic,
you live by other´s rules
and nothing is fantastic.

We all live by the book,
but we're forgetting something
our final day of judgement:
based on  all our sins.

But men can´t go to hell
if in hell they are living,
and men can´t go to heven
if can´t even imagine it.
A sin without a judging,
a god withought  power,
if our place is the abism,
then why believeat all?