Lembro-me de cada gesto
Lembro-me de cada traço do teu sorriso
mas invejavam-nos pelo nosso amor modesto
por cada sorriso e lágrimas que partilhamos

por cada silencio que manifesto
por dentro grito
grito ate rebentar
Grito
porque as memorias que mais gosto
Não as consigo relembrar

Por ti tropecei mas não caí
Tropecei e perdi-me
perdi-me no teu ser
perdi-me no teu olhar ao amanhecer
ao perder-me em ti, me achei

por me achar novamente tropecei
tropecei ao pensar que a sorte em mim não me beijou
prazeres postos de parte, avancei
pois não estavas lá e só o chão me amparou

once upon were i was layed in my bed
i heard three knocks on my door
wich woke me up
then i put my feet on the cold bedroom floor

i opened the door
there it was a man with a hazel brown eyes
i let him in in my humble house
because we was cold as the night
offered him tea

he drank the tea
lend me his hand and said
thank you for let me free
his eyes turn red
red as blood

he turned and said
i am bealzebub
i am the serpent god
i am the reaper of the void
i am the keeper of the souls

then i woke up
i was terrified to death
i ******* hold my breath
then i heard three knocks on my door
and i put my feet on the cold bedroom floor

Living my life without love
Feels like im dying slowly
Walking with head down low
She travels trought my mind
Without love, without life itself
Just another "i" that im not

I’ve been wishing death
But even death haven't wished me
Because I’m the one who deserves hell
In hell I stand, in the hell beneath
I wish I was with devil drinking tea
A poisonous tea, which is my life
My life has spins and turns
Turns that never returns
But god have made mistakes
I was one of them
I wish to die I’ll do whatever it takes
Because I feel numb
Help me with this trouble, I can´t overcome
I’m Drunk with life
I’m tired of the drunkenness
I have a huge hangover
I wish my life was over

Friday ****** Friday
They cried for you, asked forgiveness
Noises sang, and woke people from their naps
Noises those who belong to explosion
people blinded by religion
But if such existed there would be no poor people asking for pennies
Paris, city of love
For Friday only created silence and pain
This silence that was off by sounds of machine guns
Beirut, a city that bombs interrupted
Baghdad, a city that god corrupted
Traitorous religions.