Eu sei que parece, mas não to depressivo

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out of time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man


Essa música é só pra ilustrar o pedaço de merda, vulgo traste, que eu tô me sentindo agora a noite...

Aí, vem o diálogo:

Sem Noção: Tenho 99% de certeza que vou precisar usar óculos...
Matriarca: Eita
Sem Noção: Jah tava bolado de usar óculos, depois desse eita prefiro ficar cego...
Sem Noção: Se bem que aí eu vou precisar óculos da mesma maneira, ainda que escuros...


E tu para com essa porra de falar que se assusta com o que lê aqui. Que porra tu quer que eu faça se só tenho tempo de postar nessa porra quando tô pra baixo?

(malditos teclados não padronizados)