It’s not simple
It’s not even a little simple
There is an abyss between me
And my borders with the real world
And it’s not easy to lie everyday
Saying that everything is fine

When my desire is to send all this to hell
And try to find myself
But I’m in the middle

Maybe I have
Found my way
Or I’m lost, for certain
The answers aren’t on a book,
Anymore

Or have never been
I scream uncertainties
To someday the truth, echoes and come to find me.
I scream the conflict of freedom

To someday I let this fuck’in concept of ‘

They say: "do our dance, don't miss any step
Learn with your teacher, she’ll teach you how do"
I think we should dance from our own way
Without worry about missing a step
And never hesitate to show a new movement
Worth it dance from our own way if it is to we fell free tonigh

Where am I?
What is this?
What am I doing?
And with who?

Whats is right or wrong?
What am I?
What are the places I have to go?
Who should I relate to?

What are my fears?
And what are my dreams?
There is something beyond my bones? Life
I no longer k

When we refer to happiness and heaven
Soon I think in children playing around
And in a world free of problems, that’s what many people call paradise
And wait the death to reach it
Meanwhile they’re alive, insist on selling out your time, dignity, hope
Bet all chips on money,