Suicide In Portuguese

Over, and over, let it, roll under, the
truth you can't express, to me. Lies
are undone now, rolling of your
tounge, how, can you explain your life,
your lonely life to be?

The hunger and thriving, making your
heart bleed, pouring like a storm, in
the sky. Like a new nation, a soul
needs a creation, haunted by the past,
along that way.

All I want, is to live my life, with no
regrets, inside. There's no way out,
there's no escape. I spread my wings,
and fly.

Waking the day, Calling the night,
Somebody's dead, Somebody's life.
Nightmare alone, under your home,
Reality sets, the mother of death.