Why should I always lie and keep on doing something with no sence?
Why should I stay that hungry, feeding angels from my hands?
Why should I sing the prayers, stay up all night long,
If I have read your words, oh God, and think it"s been all wrong? 
Why should I look for virtues, getting back nothing but vice?
Why should I see in everyone the demons in disguise?
Why should I say I need a love, if everything I need
Is just my silky fingers - to make such "love" perceived?