A ideia era manter a simplicidade de voz e violão, mesmo que haja alguma "dobra" ou outra, se resume a isso.
The Future Is Grey With Pictures Of Insane
Isn't a good day
I face These days
I can't see a thing
Darkness I became
The Future Is Grey
With Pictures Of Insane
Like a corpse without shame
I came through days
I can't hear and say
Faded on my ordinary brain
I need a good day
You're A Saint
Seeds become
a so long
Goodbye
with letters high
See you know
You're a saint
I hope you die
like that
Seeds may come
You come from
mistaken ways
on better days
Love Me, I'm Done
Love me, i'm done
Asking for more
Sweating the sun
Teasing along
Give me warm
Needing hugs
Bleeding hearts
Seem be gone
Reaping My Grace
It is yourself
or somebody else
curse and mistakes
Reaping my grace
I'm trapped on my cell
disguise as a life
crawling on shame
Sleeping through days
Laughing through my mask
You fool me like I fool you
Pretend I'm myself
nobody or some one else
We Never Know
Sis you can go
and sing to his soul
see through this hope
and be what you been done
dreaming cosmic things
waving and fading
Sis you can go
and sing a lovely song
And we never know
the seeds of the hope
We live in cinematic brain
wasting while we change
still and belong
to bleed everything we grow
Take care, take it slow
because we never know
All music and lyrics by André
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