Favas

Tied up in knots
In paranoias and acts
Webs, plots and alone
In sedated mirrors
In the sessions of wanting
In the functions of power
On noisy sheets
Or in front of the headlights
Só we can become
Postgraduates in us
That do not come undone
Never, never again só soon

Tied up in knots
In paranoid hiatuses
Shackles, dramas and alone
In the sedated mirrors
In the sessions of wanting
In the functions of power
On noisy sheets
Or in front of the headlights
Só we can become
Postgraduates in us
That do not come undone
Never, never