domingo, 7 de março de 2010


Sempre a bulir, sempre a mil. Com que razao?
No final sobra pouco. Des as voltas que deres, o que sobra e' sempre o mesmo. Os teus.

Aos meus. porque ainda acredito que eles acreditam no mesmo que eu.


A life that we live that we care nothing about

Trapped in a world that only spits us out Held down,

force fed Same routine until we're dead Fight for status, it's all for greed

Step on those to get what we need

Steal anything that will take us higher

Strike the match set this world on fire

We struggle to get to the top

Never satisfied with what we have

After all of our destruction

We never find an end

When the time has come and there's nowhere to run

Stuck in a cell screaming for the sun

Looking for comfort, looking for care

You burned it all up there's nobody there

Rolling over everything in sight

Raped and conquered, no fair fights

So caught up in a fucking race

That amounts to nothing just a fucking waste

Never gonna find what you're looking for

So lost in yourself, so desperate for something more

Do anything to win

Fuck all who don't give in

Conquer the world

Leave nothing in the end

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