I'm in the darkness of scorched thoughts by the light From the other side of a bustling coloured cabaret's lunette The earth's imminent heat to rise felt by ghostly feet's traipsing upon the irregular paving stones Sided by rust antique building-filled narrow streets Deserted, if not for specks of townies fated to fail amongst themselves Mindlessly aware of the wringing flutist of hamelin and his bleak whistle that simply won't stop (to the) Redenção, the anarchist fest sparkled within its aura If one person is worthless then all others are Park people Sore legs but can't sit down from what they've done to you How could you ever forgive them all without getting tainted? (How could you ever forgive them all without getting tainted?) You'll never have what you want, for when you do you won't be no more If you want to know the truth, then you can't trust anyone Not even your own words, as honesty is the worst kind of lie there is Oh, I see, now you wanna play Because, I'm in the darkness (I don't think I'll ever be able to not hate you)