If the experiences lived by me In all my infamous existence Wouldn't create wounds Like curses from destiny If the smile of hypocrites Whom I lived with and tried to endure Wouldn't reflect like The shine in the eye of a serpent
If would be too casier cannel My rancours something produtive And to forget that my punishment Is to be the guardian of my secrets
Many times I bid Fellings of vegeance Insulated from the world by prickly walls But time has been teaching me lessons I've learnt to knock downmany myths And to change humiliation for the strenght Of a closed fist
Retaliaton It's time of retaliation
A punch of the face of every cynics Who accuse me of stupid When I search a way To expose my pain Bleed, knell down, asking for pardon Maybee thus they acknowledge That their frustrations are As numerous as mine.
