Why is it all have to end? Suddenly have no more fight.
There are days that are pure night. The darknest night.
Is by our side and then break up. Sometimes the pain is too much, why does it have to go?
And as if we did not want to, we left. Why do you have to go?
Even with so much love, we want to leave.
We leave from here, abruptly, cant believe.
As much as we can suport, the pain is too strong,
There is no way to keep, there is no way to suport so long.
Why is it all have to end? Suddenly have no more fight.
Sometimes the pain is too much. It's by your side and part, how might?
There is no explanation, wake up is not an option, sleep does not come,
IT seems without reason, for you there is no more home.
I divulge my happiness in images, it should be pleasant, perhaps?
I'm so vain, I'm going to post my happiness that so much pleases me by my apps.
My photos, my videos, my self-esteem.
Narcissus would be envious of me (and why do I do that?). It seems like I live in a dream.
I try to understand why I am entertained with my own image,
But I do not get an answer that satisfies, not at this stage.
And satisfaction is what I desire, quick and immediate. I, for myself;
For a moment, a flash that viralizes. My Selfie.
The beaches I went to, the world I met, I want you to enjoy with attention,
You may be envious. Cursed is Mun' Ra who can not stand to see his reflection,
Imagine how painful it must be for a vampire not to see himself in the mirror.
He would have to live on selfies. Maybe we're a bit of a vampire, a new linage in terror.
Sucking a little of the images of the world. All the beauties of others,
We feed on futility, for what? Because? I do not know. Ask the others.
How many drugs can run in your vein? How much do you need to numb life with truth, so vain?
Drugs seem to flow from life. Like magic, as if it were more than a need.
Everything tends to be so bad until it's over, indeed.
Narcotics no longer respond to difficulties. With a gulp, swallow: forgett and forgive, all the lies.
How many drugs need to flow in the vein? How much do you need to numb life?
The costs of death are expensive, the costs of living are more expensive, even without understanding the purpose of life.
As if it were pure magic or as if it were much more than need (more than the finger on the wound).
The remedies turn placebo in the bloodstream. The mind works the madness function 24 hours a day for each round.
Madness assumes the mind that seems to have no owner. Chaos reigns in reality.
What is the meaning of everything? In this immensity, reason is without reason? What is the use of this rationality?
Disorder is how it is called. Its name has already lost its meaning (just be a number) in the world of inequality.
Everything leads to being so bad. Drugs seem to flow eventuality.
