Julgaste que os teus amigos não te quisessem mal
Pensaste poder sair quando quisesses
Mas o teu corpo já não te obedece
Tarde percebeste que não queriam estar sozinhos nesse vicío infernal
Nada fazes para te curar
Não tens Força de vontade
Tudo o que sabes é roubar e chutar
Perdeste a felicidade
Não sabes como a reencontrar
És um agarrado
Por todos detestado
És um deliquente
A droga destruiu-te a mente
Já não te importas com a tua aparência
Tás-te a cagar para o teu estado
Pensas estar condenado
Fazendo tudo para alimentar a dependência
Agora pensas no que foste
Olhas para o que és
Não acreditas na diferença
Como foi possivel tal mudança?
Na rua todos te topam
Sentes-te discriminado
Como escumalha és apontado
Sentes-te abaixo de cão
És um agarrado
Por todos detestado
És um deliquente
A droga destruiu-te a mente
Queres pôr a culpa na sociedade
Até mesmo na tua familia
Mas sabes que isso não é verdade
A culpa é toda tua
És tu quem deve lutar
Para que um dia voltes à rua
E ninguém tema o teu olhar.
@By me algures entre 1995 e 1997
Tuesday 9 September 2008
The Son
Let me tell you a story about a son
Who thought he was the one
Lived his life in the cold , had no needs
Just to satisfy other people greeds
Everyone took advantage of his innocence
Taking all they could without expense
Then one day come a man who returned the son help
The unknown man woke something never felt
The poor son saw he was not the one
He was merely another truly man
He become so sad for living such a lie
That suddenly he begun to die
All his life he had help someone to improve
But no one was there to claim his body
He was thrown in a deep grave
With no tumbstone in wich to carve his name
But a big oak tree grown in a week
Marks the spot in wich we should weep
@By me algures entre 1995 e 1997
Who thought he was the one
Lived his life in the cold , had no needs
Just to satisfy other people greeds
Everyone took advantage of his innocence
Taking all they could without expense
Then one day come a man who returned the son help
The unknown man woke something never felt
The poor son saw he was not the one
He was merely another truly man
He become so sad for living such a lie
That suddenly he begun to die
All his life he had help someone to improve
But no one was there to claim his body
He was thrown in a deep grave
With no tumbstone in wich to carve his name
But a big oak tree grown in a week
Marks the spot in wich we should weep
@By me algures entre 1995 e 1997
Teaching
Why are you speaking so bravely?
Can't you see no one is listening?
Everybody is absentminded
Thinking only on holiday
You must feel your time is wasted
I know you know
So why don't you react?
Kill your sorrow
That should be your act!!
Some already are asleep
Others gossip and even mock you
Everybody knows it's not your fault
It's a tradition we have to keep
The ones who kiss your ass when standing face to face
stabb you in your back every time you pass
You've done the same in your youth
So you really understand
But being on the other side
is something you can't stand
@By me algures entre 1995 e 1997
Can't you see no one is listening?
Everybody is absentminded
Thinking only on holiday
You must feel your time is wasted
I know you know
So why don't you react?
Kill your sorrow
That should be your act!!
Some already are asleep
Others gossip and even mock you
Everybody knows it's not your fault
It's a tradition we have to keep
The ones who kiss your ass when standing face to face
stabb you in your back every time you pass
You've done the same in your youth
So you really understand
But being on the other side
is something you can't stand
@By me algures entre 1995 e 1997
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