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.

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