A Paz Está Morta
Facção Central
Peace is Dead
Last night I heard the shots, police sirens
Dawn breaks the routine, brings me another carnage
In a mother's tears, a bloodied son
A bar on every corner, always sealed coffin
I no longer see happy children playing in the park
Now they're filled with hatred, with a 12-gauge or smoking crack
Invading mansions, spreading terror
The light at the end of the tunnel has unfortunately gone out
Peace is dead, disfigured in the morgue
Blood on the ground, gun in hand
The funeral march continues here (2x)
The ten-year-old kid holds his rifle
Future soldier shot down in the unjust civil war
Under the viaduct, in a cardboard box
A family sleeps in the cold, ate scraps found on the ground
There's no graduation here, only see handcuffed wrists
Decapitated body in the bushes, wasted future
They incinerated our peace, killed hope
Only leaving behind a Glock for the child
Peace is dead, disfigured in the morgue
Blood on the ground, gun in hand
The funeral march continues here (2x)
