get your piercing out of the way
I want to go through my pain 2X
to elevate my ideas I don't need incense
I exist because I think tensely so I insist
there are seven wounds of Christ
my sins are many
decorated Satan on TV has a program
never again the old flame
never again the dog I'm on the side
disneylândia eldorado
let's go dance in the mud
bye bye goodbye gene kelly
as a saint reveal to me how I feel how I pass
living flesh behind the skin here we live in poverty
I have no words in my tongue
I do not carry priests in my soul
my homeland is my tongue
me I know the palm of the warm audience
I saw the callus on the rose I saw the open wound
I have the right word for the doctor not to complain
but my mind is open-mouthed
you really need to be deserted
learn to spell
Chorus
don't tell me you love me
don't love me, don't cuddle me
feeling take it and pay for it emotion buy it in tablets
chew it like gum throw it away in the gutter
buy a batch of the future check for thirty days
our insurance plan covers your shortfall
I lost paradise but I gained intelligence
dementia happiness private property
don't deprive yourself don't prove yourself
don't tell me peace and love
take then an engov to cure your hangover
modernity is this trap
pack of angry and scared dogs
the present does not return the change of the past
suffering is not the © bitterness
sadness is not a sin
- the place to be happy is not a supermarket
Chorus
hell is dark, there is no place running water
there is no door, there is no wall
there is no doorman at the entrance
and heaven will be divine, comfortable condominium
with angels singing hosannas in the heights
where everything is noble and everything has a name
where dogs only bark
to drive away hunger
everyone wants to
wants to climb the life
if you go up the hill, wait for the descent
if the elevator stops at the time
on the twenty-fifth floor it gets stuck
- there will always be a service staircase
Chorus
everyone knows everything everyone speaks
but the language of the mute no one wants to study it
those who don't want to break a sweat don't carry it suitcase
revolver that no one uses doesn't fire bullets
big house fuxico
the one who gets the fame is the slave quarters
to get to my bed
you have to pass through the room
those who don't know give the flag
those who know they knew shut up
call the flag bearer is not master of the room
and don't worry talk more about this but we don't talk about it
Chorus

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