I wanna tell you a history from a brazilian guy That feels alone and think in suicide You’ll never meet him before he die Hsas (as) Heavy sick angry and suicidal Let me tell you a history from a guy A guy who lived locked in a bubble A bubble who explode and let the guy in trouble The trouble is the world And the world is the pain The pain who’s running in his vein And running to your brain But the guy he has no option He has no gun, he has no opium Just cigarrets Not even that, because he have no job He is inside the world Need to live the life There's no run from reality Where he is stuck Running for the money Don’t have no honey Forever dummy Life was never funny Since young he sufer the pressure Seeing society Since young tried suicide The pain become anger While he was growing Become depressed Cause of the facts Seein how humanity Defecates, destroy the world And hurt themselves But hey, look Don’t be afraid He have some plans He go to heaven He seek for that But for a while he is stuck In the earth And he don’t fell adapted So he suffer and get angry And put thet feeling in everyting Music, job, relationship, art, paper Drugs and therapy are just relief