BAD SEED

I'm a bad seed
In the ground
I'm a runaway son
From the war

Sick love, don't go away from me
And sick love don't miss my memories

I'm a bad seed
In the ground
Digging my own grave
Into my own place

But sick love, try to close your eyes to me
And sick love nevermind my letters of happiness

I'm a bad seed
I'll have bad fruits in my tree
'Cause I was born here
And thorns grows
Where flowers would grow instead

* Esse é o último poema dos Glorious Results Of An Weird Youth

BURNING HOUSE OF MIND

                                         

Burnin' Haus O' Mind

Leave me and let me sleep

My eyes hurts of too much cry

And my body keeps growing

So, please, let she goes

Burn my memories 'cause it's better

I just can't support the idea

Of she with anyone

My chimney's fall is blowing 

My scratches burns everywhere

She talks about a guy

We won't never see

My fears are closer

I'm about to run

Because it's better if I find someone else

Because she's a flame

Your kiss is a bomb

Down my chimney's fall

About to explode inside

Booooooooooooommmm !!!  

NO F**K

I don't give a shit for anyone
I'm about to runaway from my problems
I just want to forget what I lived

No sorrows
No apologies
No memories

I don't give a shit to the world
The colors and the shapes
Just want to go crazy on my way

No clothes
No stupid girls
No bad guys

I don't give a shit to my neighbors
Their big brand dogs and their brand new friends
My home smells so good

No walls
No way
No f**k