Testo di Ananias

Onan disciples contemplating their own curves Petting own egos Contemporary circus maximus She did better than me I lost for the 2 seconds Burning russian folklore She did better than me Você nunca falou essas coisas Não há luzes, não há harmonias Distorted senses I accept the challenge Little did I know That satan flirts with shaved legs High heels, painted nails and nasty offers Você nunca falou essas coisas Não há luzes, não há harmonias Olhos vagos, não há coito hospitalar The funk beat woke me up Between the pestilent children of life Blood on my lungs I lost pounds of lucidity Where am I? Doesn’t matter Friend or foe I’m back