quarta-feira, 12 de novembro de 2014

Ouroboros.

Same shit, different days.
Same shit always.
Same time.
Same darkness.
Same light on the dark,
until the sun rises.
There ain't no sun today,
there is no sun anyway.

There is no money in the bank,
there's a 2k unpaid debt,
bought shit I don't need,
with money I didn't have,
now I'm here, poor and poorer.
Can't afford no doctor,
can't afford not even bread.
Not even fucking bread.

There is no one in my life,
there was always a part that's missing
There is no one nowhere.
All I see is the ground.
All i want to see is the ground
The same fucking ground
I've walked on, 38 years and more,
I've got this ground
But got no one else
To stare with me.

People! A bunch of bastards,
People, running on and on,
from here to there,
nowhere.

Nowhere.
Is where I'll found you.

Same shit got me infected again,
there is no medicine for this,
this endless, tireless disease.
Endless and tireless.
Forever and ever.

Sorry doc, but today, if I had a gun,
I'd have woken up to a different sound
The sound of a gunshot
piercing my rooftop,
piercing my fucked up brain,
blood and gore,
I just don't care.

Fucking piece of shit life!
Is this what we're supposed to do??
Is this shit really called life
or is just a slower death


Work, work, work,
Get underpaid,
Waste it all,
Repeat again.

Fucking life, fucking death,
because I feel like I'm dying,
bit by bit, piece by piece.
Dying...everyday...more and more and more.

I've lost three friends this fucking year!
I've lost all faith and dignity,

I am alone.


I am alone.


And

I


Will


Die


Alone


In


Front


Of


Computer


Porn.