quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 1998

Time and place II

A lot of time went by,

I can feel the changes within.

My thoughts, my actions…

Still the same, different executions,

Same words, different luck,

Same body, different look,

Same music, different lyrics,

Same kisses, different bitches,

Same parents, now they cry…

Same friends who help me by,

But one of them made me die.

terça-feira, 8 de setembro de 1998

Loose canon

This world isn’t for me

People don’t mean the word we,

They only know themselves

Screw everybody else…

Forgotten words, forgotten feelings,

Who are now these beings?

Beings who cannot love or cherish

But sooner or later they will perish…

I am a loose canon

Waiting to explode,

No barrier, no human

My rage can hold…

Separated by the differences

The society has imposed,

I follow my senses…

They follow fashion jerks.