Ter e perder. Ser mas não crer
No que a vida reserva pra você
Sentir e concluir. Agir para fugir
Das escolhas que te fazem cair
O futuro é o passado,
mascarado no presente
(é o amanhã mais descrente)
Falar e calar, parar pra pensar
Que cada coisa tem seu lugar
Sorrir e fingir, assim se iludir
De que ainda existe algo pra se sentir
Se eu não tivesse consciência do que o mundo se tornou
Se deixassem as aparências sobreporem o que restou
Mas não é certo omitir
Que este mundo deixou de existir
Evasion
To have, to lose, to be but not to believe in what awaits you in life
To feel and conclude, to act in order to flee from choices that make you fall
The future is the past, masking the present
(a more unbelieving tomorrow)
To talk and to shut up, to stop and think tha everything has its place
To smile and pretend. And then delude yourself that something still remains to be felt
If I wasn't conscious of what the world has become
If they let appearances superimpose the remains
But it's not right to omit that this world has ceased to exist
All killer, no filler, out to prove that pure 100% proof hardcore punk doesn't have to be generic or boring. Like a modern version of early Youth Brigade, Colera or Battalion Of Saints! Futuro