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Cuidado cuidado O dia vai chegar Em alguma hora em algum Tu serás chamado Nos morderemos Iremos comer e beber Seu sangue poderá escorrer E nós o celebraremos Estranhos no mato Crianças brincando Sem rumo irás andando Com seu corpo frágil e delgado É a fada gótica E seus seguidores Munidos de cookies e horrores

Town's lights never been so shiny Town's cars never been so smooth Town's people never been so friendly I've never got this chance... To see the world like this Looks like a movie clipped into pictures The Earth is spinning but not the night I won't get out of here Seems no one can see me And I don't see anyone for real We are a group but we don't feel each other We walked for hours but none got tired We are in heaven [3x] We stopped. We sat. We waited for nothing and no one in particular Dante said that Ophelia wasn't like this It's a different kind of madness. Is the one that come from inside heart and mind. Ours came from th

Hypocritic Laugh You can laugh Go for it They're gonna hear you Imitate you And everyone laughs It's like shooting her head And no one knows They laugh And the blood drops, staining no one But you're stained by the craving for revenge And no one knows And no one cleans up And no one cares And everyone laughs.

The moon is crescent and she looks through the window. She waits for someone, probably the one who's going to take her away from there. She doesn't know him; she just created him. So that he could meet her and make her, finally, happy. She's in that tower, somewhere there. Waiting. While she waits, the other part of her mind lives the (unhappy?) real life, where he hasn't met her yet, either. But she waits patiently for the one who'll be loved, who will love her and make her happy. There won't be stones, and if they exist anyway, they'll be meaningless. Everything will be meaningless after he finds her (or after she finds him?) But while n

The age of inocence So pure and happy That's the way the evil likes But I dare to say That inocence turned into badness While happiness turned into sadism While the unfortunate people cry The perfect sadists laugh and laugh They have fun With that wintry and forced laugh For one to elect himself as the king Mom, help me? Where are you? My lips don't move Everything that goes out are tears And anger That  accumulates and grows An atomic bomb that devastates dreams Peace and hope Instead of ashes and dust, revenge and fear.