I feel my blood drain from my throat
My face shows the sweat, sometimes i don’t hear
My chest breast by shortness of breath
Already it told close my time
Hematomas, spread by body, look at me.
Wounds spit my infected blood
Sometimes it seems as if i’m gonna “vomit all my me”
Everything obscure and i fall down in the darkness
My virulent death, my blood is stagnant
My virulent death, my body is static
Now i can see how the human being is weak and pathetic
How can be so small and insignificant
How it’s small before the world the universe
How can be so small forward to something less than itself
Blood of my nostrils, i spit my blood
My death is coming, i know, i’ll die
From sun to sun await my view, what can i do?
I can only hope my fucking end, my damned time
I feel cold death’s arms involved my body
I become static, without any reaction, there is not anything i can do
I feel his arms cold, ther is nothing i can do
I can only hope my view, there is nothing i can do...
Sometimes it seems as if i’m gonna “vomit all my me”
Everything obscure and i fall down in the darkness
My virulent death, my blood is stagnant
My virulent death, my body is static
There is nothing i can do!
credits
from EP,
released December 12, 2015
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Júlio Pires.
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