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quarta-feira, 30 de junho de 2010

Desabafo

Falei muitas vezes que eu nunca quis ser possuída
Desejei por vezes que isso nunca durasse
Prazeirosa viagem entorpecente
Palavras tão duras quanto seu significado
Não vale a pena me sujar com pouco sangue
Um corte na garganta a cada grito
Lágrimas ardentes quando escorrem ao rosto
Confissões para o espaço
O céu azul que se torna cinza
Cega para a distancia entre as mãos e estrelas
Tentei tantas vezes explicar, inutilmente
Mas quando os sons atingirem as paredes
Você estará escutando a canção
Marcando a opção "repeat"
Encostado na parede do banheiro, as palavras ecoarão
Tarde demais para ver o quanto foi rápido
Doce, minha doce entorpecência
Que ainda arde em mim
Mesmo que não cause mais efeito
Absolvido superficialmente
O grito rompendo os sentidos, os vidros
O grito que ainda arde
E ainda sim, meu desabafo.

sábado, 26 de junho de 2010

Beneath Me

I must see the end before to born
The fever burns me as the sun is cold
You'll never touch these things I hide
When blood is all so like gold

And as the waves flow
I've seen tomorrow passing fast
I was about to say the name of life
I was about to do it twice

I accept myself as a human
No matter how many gods will possess me
If I can't feel, then they're not real
And I'm waiting for the history beneath me

I've lost myself in the hand you've gave
So fertile as the valleys of the city
Maybe a heart, a face to crave
Something to bring me reality

But the day
The whole pray
Holy heart of loss
The first day
It's a mistake
That you love most

sexta-feira, 11 de junho de 2010

Undecided

I'm hung in a slack rope
Which everyone calls it hope
Thousand feet from your ground
I never lived the way that you live

I never really celebrated the pain
And judgments are wasting me

And as the days goes on, I feel unjustify
I may have lied about my beliefs
The more it's clean, I just can't see
A way to not feel undecided

I've been running with the time
To make it mine forever
From both of us, I became
The more emergencial taste
But maybe you are undecided

I'm walking in a road
Which is also called hope
A dark dead-end street
I wander through wonders
I reach the light when it blinds me
But then again, I don't know your name

I just don't know what to believe it
'cause my faith is already gone
You're running the more you can
Understanding what you can't understand
But still I feel undecided

segunda-feira, 7 de junho de 2010

Evil First Lady


Girl is an iron maiden
And she proved her own faith
On her back, between her legs
Beautiful face with bloodstains
Tell me what Eve has given you
That Mrs. Madalaine would be jealousy
Two thousand years and you're undone
Selling yourself in pieces for some visibility

The whole crowd is feeling ashamed
Of your dirty whips and chains

We have an evil first lady in a chair
Running in despair
Helping Mr. President to spare the pain
Oh, evil first lady what can you give us?
Before you give up
Stupid dreamer looking for a name
Stay away from me

Girl is a dirty moth
And the more she proved her faith
Her back is broken, legs are still open
Beautiful animal bitterly tamed
Eve seems to condemn her womb
But Mrs. Madalaine has a standing ovation
Some months and you're still undone
Your parts are stucked in alienation

The whole crowd is laughing in relief
For the fall of a corrupted belief