| You said stay awake another year, come on, I get dizzy | 
| We are already old before time considers us | 
| Did you want to take me apart? | 
| Did you take it lightly? | 
| (Ah) | 
| Me: food for thought to feed the favelas (therefore) | 
| Pieces of shit with the fingerprints on the scanner | 
| You don't solve these crimes, they are traces of Laura Palmer | 
| Ingenuity fucks the device, a request | 
| Grab a pen and paper, I'll explain the music in my head | 
| You do not follow me, it is not a precarious fact | 
| You don't understand me because rap is not enough for me to tell you what is necessary | 
| Look this man in the face with repudiation | 
| It is like dancing with the devil in the pale full moon | 
| It's like fasting when the flesh calls | 
| Sell your teeth for fame, you have to bite the air, landslide | 
| A world made of wax, turn off tonight | 
| I have more trauma in the head than Primo Carnera at the end of his career | 
| Submissive and then highlighted | 
| They say to jump, and you answer, "How high?" | 
| Tender for the music service | 
| This is stage warfare under funeral faces, are you sick ?! | 
| Here it is artificial intelligence | 
| Your fame goes up in smoke for personal use | 
| I play the existential drama with notes | 
| On words of comfort inside empty (empty) parentheses | 
| I would say that maybe it's not the time to understand (so what) | 
| Project this towards the children of the children | 
| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but) | 
| Each song lifts weights to the conscience | 
| And I would say that perhaps it is better to go out immediately | 
| Reason spies through the holes in the shutters | 
| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but) | 
| Each song lifts weights to the conscience | 
| And the panic falls asleep, people take a seat | 
| I wake up, fire in my head like flames on Sodom | 
| Worn out these motherfuckers with every beat | 
| Chew the pavement, this is American History X | 
| I don't give a damn about the incentive factor | 
| It is the fact that I live between the lines of italics | 
| And the cause makes me boor they emptied me | 
| So deep that if I try to think I feel reverb | 
| Either you change the current or the water is standing still | 
| Or take risks and get the whistles like chalks on my blackboard | 
| And here nobody earns a certain amount to live on | 
| 'This life is too short to describe it to you | 
| And a musical thread starts from the cradle, we are | 
| Tied dogs barking at nothing | 
| And do so, don't listen to me, a favor | 
| Forget my name and then the sound of the words (so) | 
| I would say that maybe it's not the time to understand (so what) | 
| Project this towards the children of the children | 
| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but) | 
| Each song lifts weights to the conscience | 
| And I would say that perhaps it is better to go out immediately | 
| Reason spies through the holes in the shutters | 
| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but) | 
| Each song lifts weights to the conscience |