foiled by a constipation of big talkin'
gasped for air, lying down
a string of rats do not go out of style
make for a grandeur deco by the depot
staggering battle, mighty fierce bloodshed
feels like dignity itself is dying,
of course misery loves company
was that not why you found me friend?
my very house was distraught by loneliness
forgiveness a drought that was not meant to be broken
a map sealed away carves the very path one must navigate
to encounter, scattered and divine, the other side
of this blameless journey we cannot yet see
nor get right, not quite right
there is hardly method in the madness
a pattern disconnects the vials from liquid
torn flesh from blood awash by despair
no matter how many things one can seek to be
rational it still does not resonate with a man drowning
nor does he see comfort or finds respite contemplating
his bredren scorched by the sun chasing a dream
atop that mountain there is death and yet they fly over the edge
"Tristeza nao tem fim
Felicidade sim"
E quem nao tenha paixao a droga e rapaz atento.
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