The meaning of life?
Bukowski was right
We are in the wrong place
Brief lapses of time and space
We forgot who we are
I reached the border
I am full.
I feel the disaster coming
Like in the movies
Coming soon on your screen
Or god damn you tube
And we’ll watch sitting still,
eatin’ popcorn and drinkin’ soda
What a hell is going on?
This game is no funny
Blowing my time to make them money
All this hysteria doesn’t thrill me
Dicks, money, lust aren’t my priority
Art, art, I need some in every day life
Fight club is a kind of flag I would rise
If you know what I mean
If you know what they mean
Why can I only spit this in English?
Se eu não sei nem cozinhar arroz
Maybe this only proves how messed up I’m
Maybe this only proves how sold I was