Dance with…

We dance, yes we dance
a ode to our misery
we give the crown to a false king
we pray for a death of our queen
anarchy, lonely anarchy
sing with me, about this moment that we live
“a paradise full of empty things
a warmful hug that we can’t feel, can’t you see?”
all this lines isn’t about me
this lines set perfectly
to your own catharsis

Maybe If Jesse Leach Singing This Will Sounds Good…

not by a virus or a disease
but by the epiphany
this moment of clarity
even with closed eyes
I can see
this sugar words that you spit
it’s just to mesmerize
the real poison that you spit through your lies


Doesn’t matter
the colour of your skin
our eyes are committed
all we see is sin, all we see is sin
even if we try our best, being better
it’s another sin that we commit
we be embraced
by the luxury, the certain of corruption
addicted in a kind of perfection
that’s so clean, also, so mean


Life is a balance
a constant test of endurance
resist to find a peace
resilience to find other place
where pain and misery can’t reach,
or the weak and poor preach
from the ones that must talk about love
but only have hate on their tongues
they took the right for wrong
looks like the psalms was wrote with the wrong words
so hard to understand, ever worse
to make sense in this modern times
If you ask me why
I look so tired of these lines
about hipocrites that think
that God it’s only to them
believe me, you understood these rhymes


I just poured
my last rhyme about a lie
I’m not OK and it I pretty sure that I can’t deny
but I’m not ready to die
so be cool and try to understand the next rhyme
I ready to live, I just feel so tired
of only survive
I want more, I need light
I so bored
of be in another dirty cage full of dark
it’s just my mind?
it’s all that my life
can give?

Frail Words

Remember the words from who speak in tongues
“love the others like you love yourself”
so why da fuck they are the first ones
to throw the stone and judge everybody else

Haters gonna hate V.1.1

Haters gonna hate
I already wrote about it
but, man, this is the kind of shit
that never leave
you ask God about peace
and Satan sends a troop of minions and KPoop bands
the hymn it’s about
“Huironghae paparachi da hanagati moduui”
trust me, you don’t want hear it
(sounds like a Pokemon rhyming against his trainer
it’s weird)
so back to the sick reality
you turn on your TV and have another shit like “Big Brother Whatever”
or your (or our, trust me, they look the same…)president puking
misogeny, racism, joke about weather
climatic changes can burn polars bears
but can’t meltdown the stupidity that being fed by years
youtube channels being the new report
of human mediocraty
I know two or three channels that can make you sick
abnormalities about history, science and religion
they reach you by “lucky” algorithm
twerk up your ass and your fingers
twitter used to send MSG that nobody want read
trending topics about how to be more cooler
makes me feel like I am dead
but, unforthnely, I still breathen….