I can’t take a picture
without think about
it’s a moment or a “like”
that I want to capture?
In a search for a rapture
a lot of filters, angles and ideas
seconds, minutes or even hours missed
to one snap without meaning
“likes”, shares and a strange feeling
“It’s me or this fake moment
that people want?”
I can’t take a picture
I know that in this night
I will sleep a little less
but I must confess
with this “misfits”
we have no limits
I can laugh
and I be proud
of being part of this split
our “frydate” party
Eu poderia te contar sobre a noite em que te conheci
ainda é a melhor noite que vivi
já tinha certeza de que iria sorrir
mas assim que te vi
pois até então Deus não tinha de fato se provado
mas quando um anjo está de frente para mim
não tem como negar que Ele existe sim
e sem pensar muito te contei
nas entrelinhas do meu papo furado
que te amei de primeira
não poderia ser diferente
eras muito mais do que podia pedir
deixei de sobreviver para voltar a viver
deixei de sonhar
por que era muito melhor estar acordado e te ouvir falar
contar histórias idiotas pra te fazer sorrir e gargalhar
e assim me vi perdido num sentimento que nunca poderei explicar
como é maravilhoso te amar
Patience isn’t my virtue
and I must confess that it’s not something that I pursue
that when I pray for patience, hate is what I receive
count to a million times, and I hold my breath, please, give me bliss
it’s a total miss
my eyes rollin and my mind exploding
my veins pumping angry direct to my brain
my heart ready to reach their limit
WTF I did? WTH I must swallow it? Why don’t you STFU?!
Shut tha fuck up! Shut tha fuck up! Shut tha fuck up!
I find a corner, I shut the door
the peace of silence it’s interupted by your need to be
annoying, hipocrite, cyranide
without need of why
leave me by…
A mouth without any teeth
a eyes that can’t see
ears that listen only their own breath
mournings in forms of void
can you feel it?
can you fell in it?
Sharp like shark teeths
you point the fingers and set your deeds
even if this or that won’t deserve mention
a word don’t have the same importance than action
can’t you feel it?
can’t you fell into it?
you feel it?
you fell on it?
insidious sparkles of detrimental moments of trial
we arrange the rearrange of our laments
to find ourselves complacents
like the dead petal from a dirt rose
like a petal that finds peace in a concrete
dead like these beauty lines, dead like these irrational rhymes
give me one more dose
of the oldest tears that I commited to hide and fail to keep
this singular promise that I promise that won’t found a purpose
isn’t so pretty like that rose
but it’s all that I have to give and you just spit in it
spit, stomp, rip, give, chop, slain, scream!
This is the oddity of the beauty
lines that don’t give a chance to breath
like this hands around my neck
it’s me or it’s your hands? What’s gonna be?
Suicide or homicide?
Deny, Deny, and begin to cry
looks like the rose finally will find
something rotten to fed her post life
Where has it come from?
muted screams and vapor tears
we need to kill
all the feelings that they use to fear
to frighten us
they set the direction,they point a finger
with a head down we march to our anihilation, thus
easy to find pain and misery, easy to lick the ground and feel epiphany
this is the lines that describes our morality
living inside a dead whore that it’s working for
pay all the sins that she commited against her will
like in a horror movie we shut one eye but still
watching everything like the perfect alibi
without questioning “why”
Why we still pretending that innocence still alive
we kill it at Eden Garden
burden, fallen, wander, broken
this is the karma that we chosen