Our misery

Portrait of our misery
it’s the moment that we living
zombies that want “likes” and more “friends”
but hate the infamous “friendzone”
want more than what they give
always acting like a defective clone
“give me more, I want some more”
the vicious hymn, hard to forgive
a lot of “news”, a lot of shit
they have “strong” opinion
acting like the perfect army, full of decision
“I know more than you,
I give a shit about your religion
your sexual orientation
your creed or nation
I am part of the best, I am the beast of this evolution”

yeah, who care?


Black Sheep

Anxiety, heresy from this sad modernity
society that lives by morality of ambiguity
liquid society
no more chains, no more concrete
shallow words can’t touch you into your deep
creep, shit, crap, gap, sad, sleep
use to be a black sheep
fingers pointed to a red eye
black and blue makes this face looks like
a rainbow of a sad night
that keeps alive
the momentuum that we understand
the anxiety is the fuel of this statement
a hymn without lyrics, only lament
of this “big data” that we keep feed with malevolent


Sad is the crow thats have to hunt alone

a bad way to begin
but a shortcut to get mad
it’s so evil and bad
listen your own heart and conscious cracks
because depression hits hard, driving you blind like a bat
you let the demon get in
but…you are strong
you know what I mean
strong means look up, look forward
even bleeding and dying
keep breathing
without shoes, with glass in your path
let’s don’t care
run if need
without care about meaning
we are just human being
we are made to scare
we are made to dream and turns off nightmares
let’s crack not our heart or soul
but the shit that want to consume us
let’s be the ghoul
that gonna grow
strong, like a deadly blow
will fly…like the deadly crow
that hunts everynight
for another sadly soul
forget the sadness…forget the hollow