A keepsake in hand, to whom it may concern
I'm zen to an impossible degree
Counting my fears, what a level
So swift an omen comes, honestly
I just wanna be fine, like someone who's a feather
But also a puma in the way you live
Out there the world doesn't help
That's why I just wanna be alright with you
I just wanna be fine, like someone who's a feather
But also a puma in the way you live
Out there the world doesn't help
That's why I just wanna be alright with you
I don't feel my friends are gone, no
I feel they moved inside me
Life being brief frustrates me, no reason why
How can a whole country pull off faking being alive?
So I'm Defoe's Crusoe, or rather
Drummond's José or Bandeira amid the ashes of hours
Just hurt, struggle and passion
Outside it's endless human misery
On the last day, paupery calls
Turning into Siberia is the plan, bro
Looks like God went on vacation
And I just wanna be fine, like someone who's a feather
But also a puma in the way you live
Out there the world doesn't help
That's why I just wanna be alright with you
I just wanna be fine, like someone who's a feather
But also a puma in the way you live
Out there the world doesn't help
That's why I just wanna be alright with you
It feels like a ghastly script
The east of this continent
The plague's just a detail, what's not sick here?
Given a blank check, demons roam
They shrug at innocent lives
And no pain halts the party
Who kills a river will save people?
The rich aim at Mars, hit death
It stops art, dries the whole pot
They push the herd through, wipe it all
Leaving only disgust, sewage, sludge
Dirty water rained on Brazil's heart, everybody saw
It turned night at three p.m., dude, and life went on as usual
Pinch your own arm and ask yourself
If you're still able to feel anything
Still able to feel anything
Pinch your own arm and ask yourself
If you're still able to feel anything
Still able to feel anything