Filmes e Funerais

Pray
To stay
To orbit
A surface that collapses and pulsates
Already is nine, I'm at fight
Accuse me, I'm not pure

But for a last drink and carnival
Of cry at movies and Funerals

Don't wait me
And cancel the race
I'm on the track, I'm going to turn right now
On the avenue, in your shadow
That surrounds me, that made me sin

Inkblot in visceral touches
Monday hangover and side effects
Bury banal pleasures four feet under
Encounters of souls jumping marchinha

Run away from this game
That I am fire
Be careful not to burn yourself
Forget that face
From the sketch

I lose myself between sips on the most banal nights
Thrown into corners on side streets
Confunde qualquer luz com um dos meus sinais
Encontro de almas pulando marchinha