Look back There's no way to change our past Transfer our present would be a victory And then? If in the game of life We can't avoid the trash The swindle of our enemies Our silence takes part of the swindle
Maybe the marked cards Are the answers to a perfect future
The majority don't see They just regret before they fight A silent crowd is part of the game
At the end of the day Noises disturb my sleep Again it will be a long night In my mind the movie repeats Lost lives in overdoses Lamentations, suffering There's an ashtray on the table The cigarrette smoke reveals desillusion Imagens appear in my mind A drunken cause they habitat Everything starts again
