A Hora da Zona Morta (Full Circle) -

Random faith on nursery — rock on, refresh our times

Reformed bulls will fuck into infinity — rock on, rock fine

Baby newborn, beauty hidden — rotting freedom for a spine

New sweet fury, makes pig fry

Look at this species of darkness

Painted on walls made of kids

Lost deep inside this illusion

What if your guide is this bee?

Shameful distraction, cream your beds under the candlelight

For that you’ll roll, freaking out in time

For that you roll, freaking out — time

Ten good years, a child builds reason fucking them all in their prime

Falling apart right before this last season, no synonym other than slime

Will be a wlcome redemption — frogs in jail for crim

Now you are a farting weasel, it might awake your pride

Some weird, tall and talking tree, it said you shall eat lard

Sit, wait, talk to my compass, listen: you’re fat

Ringing mike, a singing rebellion, will you dance to the sight of me

Well I can sing for the life of billions, I can sing