Inconsciência

Unconsciousness
People in their corner
Lie, falsehood
Cruel enemy

A difficult shelter
Our bodies feel pain
It's raining and cold
It's all gray out there

To plunge into this feverish dream
It doesn't make sense now
But there's always someone strolling around
Lost in the ways of the world

While others wait
Locked in filthy destinations
Confused, the lights run
In aimless time

Tiredness returns to its origin
Weak flesh succumbs to sin
Pain exudes pleasure