May you not do my sin;
Betrayed myself in hope of debauch El Dorado.
Smothered I the innocent life,
And set smiles at stakes with phony bravado.
There is no love left in the life,
No kick of exhilarating high.
Take these broken bottles away,
I would need my poison on knife.
Drown me in sorrow,
Deep till the last bubble blow out of my lung.
Tear my throat out;
Let the lesson be learnt to see me gasp with hanging tongue.
If you hear the noises at far,
Don’t plug your ears.
They call out for you,
To take you to the glorious frontier.