Acabado

Bom é começar a escrever um texto de amor e apagar tudo só por ter lembrado que não foi amor coisa nenhuma. Capricho é traidor do genuíno. E não me falta nada.

Monsters

I'm not afraid of anything
But those monsters outside
the fuckers want me as a thrall

They have pliers instead of fingers
They want to read my ears
I don't like them at all

I'm not afraid of anything
But those monsters outside
the fuckers drive me insane

I just wish they had no legs
They are coming to get me
I can hear them whispering my name

Monsters say
Defy me
Fuckers!
Insane defines me