Filho Do Dono

I'm not a prophet
Nor a visionary
But the diary of this world
Is obvious
A traveler in the driver's seat of destiny
I'm just another thread
Of the scissors and the razor

Living life
I pull verses out of my hat
The guitar cries
In this world without love
Inequality
Rhymes with hypocrisy
There's no verse or poetry
That consoles the singer
Nature mixes in the smoke
The creature dies
And the planet feels the pain

The despair
In the eyes of a child
Humanity
Closes its eyes to not see
Television: fantasy and violence
Increase crime and the hunger for power

Cattle thirsty (repeat)
Drinks mud
Dry belly
Doesn't give sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty
Because I'm the owner's son