Compositor: Marcus Vinicius Costa Brito / André Pires da Silva Rocha / Luís Armando Moreira Cruz
Lights out
Mirror shards lying about
On time-out for that lack of control
That won't stop me for sure
Reptile thoughts
Blood clot on my cheek
They won't call or repeat
No more help for this well-dressed leech
Crackhead ahead of my doorstep
Head down, last ounce of respect
Staring at the ground, eyes blank
No prospect or way back from Neverland
No, we can't deny
Escapism's charm
Through alchemy, lies and that secret sauce
Long since lost
A life without alarms, not cruel, but false
Can't be enough
Find your Vicious Viscous Vice
Shrink your own life
To the very best bits
Gas leaks, match lit
Boom
Broomstick and shovel won't fix
Apart of the mix
Misshapen happiness
Clock ticks
Another toxic sip
A 16-bit game
Out of frame
You can try and try, and as much as you'd like
It will never feel the same
It's never the same