I wanna tell you a history from a brazilian guy
That feels alone and think in suicide
You’ll never meet him before he die
Hsas (as)
Heavy sick angry and suicidal

Let me tell you a history from a guy
A guy who lived locked in a bubble
A bubble who explode and let the guy in trouble
The trouble is the world
And the world is the pain
The pain who’s running in his vein
And running to your brain
But the guy he has no option
He has no gun, he has no opium

Just cigarrets
Not even that, because he have no job
He is inside the world
Need to live the life
There's no run from reality
Where he is stuck
Running for the money
Don’t have no honey
Forever dummy
Life was never funny

Since young he sufer the pressure
Seeing society
Since young tried suicide
The pain become anger
While he was growing
Become depressed
Cause of the facts
Seein how humanity
Defecates, destroy the world
And hurt themselves

But hey, look
Don’t be afraid
He have some plans
He go to heaven
He seek for that
But for a while he is stuck
In the earth
And he don’t fell adapted
So he suffer and get angry
And put thet feeling in everyting
Music, job, relationship, art, paper
Drugs and therapy are just relief