Setevidas

Only in the last five months
I already died about four times
I still have three lives left
To spend

Only in the last five months
I already died about four times
I still have three lives left
To spend

It was a red sea
Dragging me from the bedroom to the bathroom
Frozen pupil
I no longer knew anything

Annoying, yes, this almost dying
Disconcerting to perceive
That things are and everything flourishes
In spite of us

Pale, ill
Rendered, decadent
Living seems really
Insistent thing

The posture is combative
I'm still alive here
A little sadder
But much stronger

And now that I'm back
I want to see you handle me!

Only in the last five months
I already died about four times
I still have three lives left
To spend

Only in the last five months
I already died about four times
I still have three lives left
To spend

The shadow box opened
It was a tidal wave after another
Iron in the jugular
Taking everything from the place

If bad things make us grow
And all this cliché
I do not even fit in the house anymore
I do not fit here anymore

Pale, ill
Rendered, decadent
Living seems really
Insistent thing

The posture is combative
I'm still alive here
A little sadder
But much stronger

And now that I'm back
I want to see you handle me!

Only in the last five months
I already died about four times
I still have three lives left
To spend

Only in the last five months
I already died about four times
I still have three lives left
To spend

To spend, to spend
Only three lives to spend
To spend