crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children more like a loss to a plotline then you can tell your friends how cool it was to be pissed on
the clouds attacked slowly obscuring everything we took out our eyes and pretended we could see
the world looks like a finger painting done with broken hands i saw the last mantis today eat its own head and fuck itself into nothing into nothing
your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the weight of their expectations it must seem routine for you now snowing in their spit languishing
[Music: Kiko Loureiro, Rafael Bittencourt, Edu Falaschi, Aquiles Priester] [Lyrics: Rafael Bittencourt] Demian poor child was raised on the gutter Digs
Leila si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs? Pas la peine de mentir, Leila sait ce que veut dire Ce feu sous les
Baby baby,will this love survive? Oh you make me crazy but I feel like paradise. Baby maybe you're the owner of my heart, sooner or later oh I know you
Running faster than I ever have Evading sharks of the sky Death trap and I kill again Dig through my own hives Shelter from sky Talon of raptor Force
romance promise des l'enfance je vis dans l'esperance de rencontrer un beau garcon evidemment l'epouser d'acheter une maison baiser pour l'eternite romance
Love befall from the apple tree none have [verve?] left to come to me (thus fallen, I turned around) A good fair distance bringing my presents dressed
the appeal of a "consequence" perfect as it couldn't say no met by a cold body of air a presence under ?humid air? he will take it to the water he will
Once the mind is calm, Once the ego is quailed Travel in the realm Of which there is no sign Hold your thoughts to the present, the present Personally
Mon doux bebe soit un battant de la liberte Ne laisse pas les gens mechants la loi te dicter Mon doux bebe soit un battant de la verite Ne laisse pas
Fous moi la paix leave me alone