Jornada Final
Anos se passaram
E mesmo assim ainda estou vivo
Será que lixo merece viver?
Tu dizes que é difícil respirar
Mas olha para mim, eu sou o demónio
Mesmo que este fosse o meu último palpitar
Eu continuaria a seguir em frente
Vidas que tentam enxergar esperança
E lixo como eu continua a respirar?
Mas um dia o meu último adeus chegará
E eu serei apenas como uma memória fugaz
Terei perdão para os meus pecados?
O meu castigo é seguir em frente
Anos se passaram
E mesmo assim o meu coração bate vivo?
Será que lixo merece sorrir?
Tu dizes que é um castigo respirar
Mas olha para mim, eu sou a escuridão
Caso este fosse o meu derradeiro momento
Eu apenas marcharia em frente
Sorrisos que encontram o seu final
E por que eu tenho direito a viver?
O fluxo da vida continua, sempre corroendo
Mas as súplicas dos que encontram o seu fim
Jamais serão atendidas, é isto justo?
O meu inferno é viver com a consciência pesada
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English:
Years have gone
And I'm still alive
Does trash deserves to go on?
You tell me that it is hard for you to breath
But look at me, I'm the devil
Even if this was my very last guess
I would still being moving forward
Lives that struggle to see hope
And trash such as me continues to breath?
But a day my last goodbye shall come
And I will have been nothing more than a fleeting memory
Have I forgiveness for my committed sins?
Years have gone
Even so, my heart is still beating
Does trash deserves to smile?
You tell me that it is a punishment for you to breath
But look at me, I'm darkness itself
Even if this was my very last guess
I would still being going on my own
There's smiles that meet their farewell
And why does trash such as me have the right to live?
The stream of life is ever flowing, but always corroding
But the pleas of those who meet their end
Are never unheeded, is that fair?
My hell is to live with my conscience heavy
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English:
Years have gone
And I'm still alive
Does trash deserves to go on?
You tell me that it is hard for you to breath
But look at me, I'm the devil
Even if this was my very last guess
I would still being moving forward
Lives that struggle to see hope
And trash such as me continues to breath?
But a day my last goodbye shall come
And I will have been nothing more than a fleeting memory
Have I forgiveness for my committed sins?
Years have gone
Even so, my heart is still beating
Does trash deserves to smile?
You tell me that it is a punishment for you to breath
But look at me, I'm darkness itself
Even if this was my very last guess
I would still being going on my own
There's smiles that meet their farewell
And why does trash such as me have the right to live?
The stream of life is ever flowing, but always corroding
But the pleas of those who meet their end
Are never unheeded, is that fair?
My hell is to live with my conscience heavy