Salva-me

Os dias em que a morte tenta-me com o seu mel delicioso e espesso, com a promessa de um longo repouso, com a queda lenta no mais profundo e negro dos oceanos, onde nada mais existe a não ser o silêncio e a paz. Nenhum mal mais poderá crescer nos restos apodrecidos desta mortalha, apenas restam farrapos a dançar no ar, acossados pelo vento, levados para longe, para terras que nunca visitarei.

Apenas aquelas ternas e pequenas mãos seguram com esforço, entre lágrimas gritantes, o corpo inerte ante a queda inevitável.

Salva-me...

Slow Moves

A compromise

between honesty and lies

To lead me past

their sly disguise

My moves are slow

but soon they'll know

My moves are slow

but soon they'll know

Behind the scenes

they grow their schemes

Hiding intentions

revealing only fractions

My moves are slow

but soon they'll know

My moves are slow

but soon they'll know

They'll keep on whispering their mantras

We'll keep on whispering our mantras

They'll keep on whispering their mantras

We'll keep on whispering our mantras

My moves are slow

but soon they'll know

My moves are slow

but soon they'll know

They'll keep on whispering their mantras

We'll keep on whispering our mantras

They'll keep on whispering their mantras