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Nankeen
02:58
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Speed up it's taking years
While anybody's in a delightful free fall
In the abyss of invents
No soil limits, depths, attritions to detain us
Just don't let the battery cease
In this sensorial odyssey
Incessant sessions of suddenly buried feats
Success and succession seem synced
As frames of a brand new, colorful appeal to be skipped
In this fleeting stage of decay
We're all hybrids in an aimless way
Wherein history is fed devouring itself as cancer, a plague
The business rebuilt the innate source of verve and contemplation
You might feel your hippocampus's downfall
- Memory's blackout instant -
How many real things in the new reality?
This reality...
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Almost the only worthy fields which we sowed
Refuges, millions of acres of charcoal
'Cuz the past is being denied
There are shattered seeds while hypes prevail
That's the mirror's victims age
Of flashes, make ups, virtual pride parades
What remains?
An unremitting feast of copper's veins
Deteriorating our minds
Lost in this so much dreamed vastness one day
In this sensorial odyssey
The almighty just can't let the battery cease!
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The Hiding Sun
05:31
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Tyrants filling their lungs as deities and then a grotty and laden breeze
Scathing as arsenic
The beauty's capital is grim
Oh no!
We're just city's scraps of fucking mobsters
A heir son to vend, buy each bit of our souls
We're drying among the warmth and ice in this town
A glaring sun just masks the sorrow
Rio, you don´t belong to your citizens
A black man wearing black kills a black man
Amid debris and trash grief of kids dying underfed
So let's keep our sensitiveness in a pall
Our minds and hearts at malls
Maniacs lead us in media's mazes
And all doors say 'no!'
The limelight over postcards hides our thralls
Everlasting days
The mirror shows you no one
Everlasting hate
Everlasting...
This whole scene is killing me
Lessened humans to HR*
Faceless, but servant, abased arms
Cogent plea to justify:
The divine design
Oh Lord, you are cynic actor
It's a bitterness factory
Here we are in this puzzling hell
Siren of the sadist haj
Rio, you don´t belong your citizens
Rio, you don´t belong your citizens
Everlasting days
The mirror shows you no one
Everlasting hate
Everlasting...
The sweat of 13 hours
“That’s the life my son”
Dress the livery and live
Your fate was defined
You feel drained, aggrieved and cloistered
Every single Earth's rotation is a painful day less
You´re a hiding sun
You´re a hiding sun
You´re a hiding sun
Rio...
Rio, you don't belong to your citizens
PS: Bring the foreigners here is amazing
We're compatriots, erased.
An elegy from a wasteland:
Rio, you don't belong to your citizens
Rio...
*HR - Human Resources
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