Street talk and all the situations
Isso me faz sentir estranho
Ou as palavras que não suporto
So I'll try to shuffle out of
Every conversation

I don't want to talk about your cats or feelings
Of depression
Cause it's easy to say I'm feeling fine
I just sleep too much
Don't eat enough
And feel like jumping from a cliff
But that's too long
Of a drive
So I'll just stay in bed
Passing the time
Thinking back to a lost kid
Box haired, socially impaired
Scared to death of a world
Outside of his four walls

And these blind eyes still see through broken lenses
But he can't feel a thing
It's all closing in
Nothing makes sense
In a world so greed driven
I'm trying to see over the hill
But it's more oncoming traffic brought on by panic
And I'm fucked