Original Sin

Original sin in my own skin
with developed immunity
from all the teachings
of the orthodox church

Garbage man!
throw it away
stop the cars
tell them everything you know

I was led by a deep melancholy
hands tied
to the centre
the cult of this city
then everything became ostensible

What am I doing in Antwerp?
walking among the flower stalls
admiring the coffins
covered in tulips

All the soldiers who were dancing amongst themselves
I watched the way they waltzed
I was relieved,
Destroyed

Sometimes we stole
and with each robbery I felt more free
Thus, I gave my seat to old people
Standing aside to let them pass

But no one ever understood my loathing