Sewing my underwear

I´m sewing my underwear thinking about all the people on the planet
I wonder who will be the wretched woman that suffer under a retrograde husband´s hand
Which motherfucker will use his vice for an excuse to try to sink the years of prison
Who will be the lucky of the night, who will leave this world in peace
And who will have fell in war, who will be lieing to its partner
Saying that the work was too much, who will live the worse moment of his life
Who will fall in a very big fat spider´s web and who´ll be the one feeling his heart breaking up

*In this life of up and downs we forget to climb and if we try to do it
It seems impossible, like if we got lead shoes on*

And I keep on wondering who will shut the door with a slam
Who will have stretch out the wings and who´ll have shrank them to never open them up anymore
Who will want that earth swallow him just by shame
Who will be the one that goes to bed with a hole in his belly
Who will be falling down to ground without can´t keep up
Who oh… who will be the heartless looking away (a lot)
Who will be rejoicing a very good old friend
Who will be annihilating someone gently

*Chorus (x2)

Who will be the one feeling her heart black of pain
Maybe it will be myself