Jvla prster, snackar skit. Dom bara ljuger, gr allt fr profit. Lsa i bibeln och be sin bn. Fr min del kan dom lika grna d!. . Lika bra! Lika bra!. Lgg ner eran kyrka era jvla svin!.
Try to purify. The well of dirty lies. Overflown with deadly sins. . An attempt to pacify. With orders to comply. A calm breeze before it all begins. .
(Milton Nascimento/Marcio Borges). s menina do astro sol. s rainha do mundo mar. Teu luzeiro me faz cantar. Terra, Terra s to estrelada. O teu manto azul comanda.
(Milton Nascimento/Ronaldo Bastos). morena quem temperou?. Cigana quem temperou?. O cheiro do cravo.. cigana quem temperou?. Morena quem temperou?. A cor de canela..
Another war has started and now all life is gone. Now the earth is crying and the judging has been done. . The victims now har started the desperate fight for peace.
When will we get the time to be. Just friends?. . It? s never safe for us not even in the evening. ? Cos I? ve been drinking. Not in the morning. Where your **** works.
(Milton Nascimento/Fernando Brant). H um menino. H um moleque. Morando sempre no meu corao. Toda vez que o adulto balana. Ele vem pr me dar a mo. H um passado.
Sick system built on suffering. Sick system built on pain. . It's a bullet in the head. Of every happy boy and girl.
A conscious punk but only by appearence. In real life eyes are closed mouth is shut. Complains and empty words forms your ideals. Action, not words, solves the problems in the world.
He can only hold her for so long. The lights are on but no one's home. She's so vacant, her soul is taken. He thinks what's he running from. . Now how can he have her heart.
End all that is useless, you must be all that has won. Reach out for the fire in your eyes, glowing deep inside. . For I have seen all that will come.
Go!. On your way to popularity, you will bend the truth. Every second word a falsity, to be cool, to be right. . Liar! - You're shifting shape to be a friend!.
It's yours!. . Whose world is this?. The world is yours, the world is yours. It's mine, it's mine, it's mine. Whose world is this? "It's yours!". It's mine, it's mine, it's mine.
Solid walls of rock surround me. Steamy light, ring of fire. They shoot to kill, kill for the thrill. They dance around me in crypt of decay. . Shambler, the shambler is waiting for me.
Tell me where these shadows came from. What clouded our reality?. Was is it just too easy or was it just the pain?. Was it all enough for you to bring us to the end?.
Back stabbing yourself. To get the others attention. Insulting yourself. To receive salvation. . Why? From what do you hide. Can't you see that your problem is deep inside.
Now rise, now rise, now rise above the lies. And see the real devil in disguise. Be prepared to read between the lines. Wake up and see the shit with your own eyes.
Work hard every day, hope to get your share. While society gives you a number, a place in the end of the longest line. . Why do you compete? I don't understand.
A new beginning, a fresh clean path. Yet slightly curved and striving to come back. The one you thought you were is gone. . A loss of faith, all bridges burned.
Our world is injured by pollutions and war. But you people in control you don't care at all. . Like scarecrows on a field. You stand stale and quiet. .