CYF

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?
Satisfaction
in addition
another contradiction
you feel it?
you fell on it?

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Eden

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

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

Mean

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

Preach

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

No problem

Girl, I see no problem
to be the fool
just to listen your laugh
and this makes guarantee that I still in heaven
and I can’t see any problem too
to stay away from the path
that I choose years ago
to find death
alone
Cuz, babe
you came with a light
that guides me to a safe place
that I can call home,
and I find it everynight
beetween your arms

Ants

A chillhop playing something without sync
a empty music without heart
but full of meaning
made to touch a mind, not a feeler like me
hypnosis with synthetic things, so sharp that can hurt
wounds maked by our own hands
against the chest,
reach the dead
open up, this coffin that you call breast
you put a farm, full of ants
only candy things can satisfy your hungry
hungry and full of angry
teeths filthy
even lil, insects can dethrone kingdoms
ironic, they don’t eat you or me
we are full of bitter, taste like dead meat
already dead, we vague like zombie
trying to reach another epiphany