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De canto, descanso...

Sou funcionário escrachado
O crachá, resguardado
Eu, ensolarado

Screams out of Hellwhere

do you know where he hell is babylon???
do you dream endless herbs and freedom???
can't you see... it's nobody's fault but yours!!!
it's nobody's fault but ours!!!

The captains ran out of ammo
Their toes lost the will to harm
Our image, too, must be there
for there is no other fault but a flight

The colonels drink beer no more
For whiskey is a tool of honor
Our drinks, they serve to procrastinate
A flight thru the faults gone untold

do you know where the fuck is the honor???
do you live long life shows for seconds long???
can't you feel... it's hellbody's fault but blood!!!
it's nobody's fault... but us!!!

Big Bang, Paranoia, God, People

If, only once, all the clocks around the world could match in perfect rhythm,
God would be omnipresent.
If, only once, all the living hearts could wear the very same feeling,
God would be omnipotent.

If, anytime, hours and measures could mean nothing,
There would be free will just like there is eternity.
If, anyhow, these few words could ever be true,
People would have no more pleas for this universe.

Enigma da Teia

A aranha nasceu e cresceu
Sua teia, a aranha criou
A mosca, tão só e incompleta
Na teia da aranha pousou

A aranha viveu e morreu
Sua teia, a aranha deixou
A mosca, tão só e incompleta
Na teia da aranha ficou