Spiritual Front - Border lyrics

I'm paying a heavy debt
Tell me what is the most fertile sin
The one that despite all could
Keep me still alive the one that could shake
My improductive torpor
Give me a tough and humiliating discipline
That can shake my nerves
That can break my bones
Make a severe move that could
Make my useless existance tremble

Leave those like me at the end of this road
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade
Elegant men like you have created a
Great road to march on
And a father like you inflicted it
On a son without values
Make it weigh strongly on my pale body
Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse
And the obsessive nausea of ideals
Faith will not save me from myself
Nor will your words make me a saint

Leave those like me at the end of this road
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade