Altar Boys

The city freed the man in me
Came to call, down the street
With no intentions

There's no use in begging for
A crucifix, an altar boy
There's no use
In running from
The same discotheques, same crowds

This thirst that I have
May it never be quenched
My hunger returns to me
Every October's death

The passion fades, but the text persists
Cathedral bells, my broken wrist
School of hearts: It's a beautiful one
Drank a glass of tears
Before I fell in love

This thirst that I have
May it never be quenched
My hunger returns to me
Every October's death

This thirst that I have
May it never be quenched
My hunger returns to me
Every October's death