Alcohol (por Bruno Teixeira)

Freak on the sidewalk
Thinking in giving in,
Laughing about things
That happens all the time.

It drives him through his pain,
Like a pin-prick in a blood’s river;
he goes to hell on a border line
Searching for love and crime.

It’s crime and punishment in his head,
It’s love and hate in his broken heart;
It’s a sardonism and shame in his feelings,
It’s fire and water in his iron sensations.