Perfect Crime

Shake off the weight of a humble duplicity
To put it back on your shoulders all over again
Rewriting the lies to convince and patronize
I've tasted the waste of a will and an old name
But now this is nothing, nothing at all to you

He said there's no body to batter, drag and hide
And the carmine mat is red like it's always been
We all had seen how glories collapse in overtime
And now you redraw the sores on your thick skin

I'll see how much of heart you bear
By how much you'll look away
I'll see how much sentences you hold
By how much you'll insist to stay

If the weight of your instinct will serve you well
Make good use of the carnival that soon will alight
Unmeantly I held up the glory my enemy archieved
Envolved in perseverance but that just wasn't mine
But now this is nothing, nothing at all to you

Who sees me no longer feels me here
So below my waterproofed skin with poison and oath
Though not everything is finished in a sunrise
Not everything fades as soon as you close your eyes

I'll see how much of truth you own
By how much you'll stand still
I'll see how much accurate you are
By how much you'll refuse

E se ainda quer dizer amor, o abrigo e a memória
que você me deu ainda permanecerão imaculadas
em terra e apenas irão se decompor quando se
cobrirem de flores

"Porque longe das cercas
Embandeiradas
Que separam quintais
No cume calmo
Do meu olho que vê
Assenta a sombra sonora
De um disco voador..."

Shade In A Shadow

If you brought them the demise of the day
You go running to steal lint and ressurrection
If you gave them water bread and recreation
You go running to nurture your so called self

This is pain you don't wish pills will suffocate
This is light you take your shades to watch it shine

While they loudly wish
And they violently beg
And they irrationally scream
For the worst and anything more
While they devilishly laugh
And they cowardly hide
And they quickly keep
Everything you've done before

It tastes new but it's another day like today
Another wrecking line like it always has been
If you don't fight, it won't just look good enough
Your aversion for what eases the mind, but doesn't
bristles the skin don't know how dainty you are

This is right you wish you'd never lose it again
This is cliff you wish you'd freely fall forever

Just keep raging on in joy
Keep resisting to be invited
Keep your head down in excitement
Build a heart with plastic and glass
For the time it'd last it'll serve and end up bad
Like it always does

The Funeral

All they are an impulsive marching band
Coming up to push phlegm a step further everyday
All they are a played backwards anthem
For the lucid and the vivid at an independence day

Too much faith to burn this church
Too much waiver to hope and welcome

All they are an abusive marching band
Coming up to push phlegm a step further everyday

Have them recalling your name
Throw a party on this funeral
Where rain and the midday light
Would timely intertwine
Have them recalling your doom
'Cause every end will over soon
Like if it never were done
Though everything fades

All they are an unyielding marching army
And an ingrate nation that regrets when it was born
All they are a slow demand for censure
Some kind of foul cavalry with a cross flag torn

Too much vim to wait here in vain
No great ambitions to kill and gain

All they are an unyielding marching army
And an ingrate nation that regrets when it was born

When nailer meet the maker
And be left alone with the choice
A sore voice that affords the frame
They will never forget your name

In for a kill on this carnival
Save your strength to pull the
Hearse with your own hands
Let our prayers meet demise
The one to feast in hued strive
Have them chanting your name
'Cause in the end is all you'll have
Is all you'll fight to get it back
Though everything fades
Everything fades

"Yes, my loyalty turned like my ankle..."

Fleuma

O barulho foi o ruído dos calcanhares girando em 180º. O estrondo (que nem foi tão alto afinal de contas) foi esperado por um mês. Veio e fez a curva para muitos. A parede era de seda. A bomba foi desarmada. A água envenenada da torneira cessou e parou nos canos (talvez os corroa antes de ser consumida por engano ou por desespero). Não houve aquele silêncio e não há mais a mesma dúvida. Ninguém ficou sem nada e ninguém se tornou ninguém, só mudou, pelo menos por enquanto. As portas ficaram intactas, os sentidos permanecem estáveis, a percepção foi um pouco afetada, mas já passou. Aliás, continua afetada, mas não é ruim se for assim. Continuo, continua, continuarei, continuará e seja o que for, pro bem ou pro mal. Já era hora. Ainda bem.

1408

"The light, the light that does with when the dead appear... Everything entangled. To this level, 9, and the deepest levels of hell... We must remove ourselves of warmth. This is six, scratch that.. five I think I see the pattern..."

Gosto de pensar que uma hora todos tem aquilo que merecem. Me impede de enlouquecer.

"Eu não consigo parar de amar
Eu não consigo parar o que está a caminho
Eu vejo vindo e já está a caminho"

As respostas que ninguém me deve são as mais interessantes.

"Isto é o inferno. Hoje, nos nossos dias, o Inferno deve ser assim, um local grande e vazio, e nós, cansados de estar de pé, com uma torneira a pingar água que não se pode beber, esperamos algo sem dúvida terrível e nada acontece e continua a não acontecer nada." 

Primo Levi, Se isto é um Homem