Cansao de To

I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh
I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh
Of so much drama here and there
Of being infatuated with a thousand
I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh

Tired of listening to everyone
Except the voice that whispers my desires
Tired of always having to be so deep
And not being able to show things as I see them

Tired of living in utopias
Believing that humans will be good someday
Swallowing hypocrisy, hiding fantasies
Lynching each other in front of the world but screwing in secret

Look inside yourself and listen
Forget what everyone thinks
The world is very envious
And you must figure it out on your own

Don't cry under the shower
Get the money and the lead ready
Only you know your struggle
And you must claim your throne

I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh
I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh
Of so much drama here and there
Of being infatuated with a thousand
I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh

Tired of false saints
So many fools, storytellers, posing for the photo
Fed up with tears and puddles
Silly girls and wolves, from tangos in thongs to broken toys

Tired of turning the other cheek
When in reality we want to devour each other's lips
Tired of princesses and rose paths
Sometimes simplifying complicates things

Tired of captains without a ship
Closing the curtain to practice the act
Of the same song of so much fucking cynicism
Needing alcohol to be ourselves

Surprise me and ignite me
Feel me and sit down
What if we forget censorship and rules?
If you want me to leave, I won't be able to make you come

Look inside yourself and listen
Your heart doesn't want to be alone
Move your pieces and enjoy
We're all going to die anyway

Come with me to the shower
Are you choosing money or lead?
If you want to win the dispute
Start claiming your throne

I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh
I'm tired... Yeah Ouooh
Of so much drama here and there
Of being infatuated with a thousand
I'm tired of everything