E quanto mais o tempo passa, menor é meu medo e maior ficam os motivos…
It’s easy to believe on String theory, that we are just holograms, and our reality, nothing but a cosmic simulation. I refuse open my eyes for so much wickedness and suffering, where love, is a lie that keeps my heart beating.
When you try to find the meaning of most important things in world, you will see all the wickedness, pain and suffering. Will be enough thoughts to hunt you for eternity. If you don’t stop trying to hug the planet, what Kevin Carter did, wouldn’t be so wrong.
Through sin and self destruction I stumble home, never alone.
My only home is the bottom of a bottle and a rolled up bill and I’m ready to go
I live the same day in and out and I don’t care how long I last…
Just like the cigarettes hurt
Just like the whiskey burns
I guess I’m never gonna learn
(Through sin and self destruction)