morphine
What is this thing that eat us inside out?
When there’s nothing wrong
No one can find anything
They search
(They say they search)
But no there’s nothing they say
But the pain is there
So what is that thing that eat us inside out?
Can it be that we all have the same disease
Are we all sick at born
But it just happens that while this thing never awakes on some people
it devours others?
Soul
Mind and
Body
Slowly
(Oh how fast everything goes by)
Perhaps we really are sick
Why are we sick?
What is this sickness?
Give us morphine god
To kill the disease we were born with
Have we targets in our backs? is it destiny, really? Does that actually exists?
Be honest god don’t lie, is it that
or is it about the actions and the paths
about the words and the lack of them
about who you think is worth it or not
what is this thing that eat us inside out?
it isn’t death because death is for all and everything
perhaps is life
(yes this words were already said before)
but perhaps it is life
it seems so innocent at times
when the sky is soft and the clouds look like candy
when the wind is hot and the world is silent
when a children laughs and lovers kiss (and all this stuff that have been said thousands of times before me)
but then you look at people walking in the city
so determined
to what?
(what
what
what?)
because what is the reason? what is the meaning?
and they walk
the sines in the street say
stop
turn right
turn left
DONT PARK HERE
DONT TURN HERE
And so i ask how can we choose our path when they give us instructions?
how do we deceive the disease?
how are we supposed to live when we must
(we must, we really must)
die?
seize the day
you only live once
live everyday as it was the last
don’t waist time with things that don’t matter
but perhaps nothing does
(it’s either nothing or everything)
so what is this thing that eat us inside out?
art is the only true deceiver
the only real thing in a false world
(a world of liars)
but the artists are usually the sickest
so again there’s no start or end to this thing
no clear answer
perhaps things just are
just the same as life simply is.
(not simple at all of course,
or way too simple I truly cannot say)
so what is this thing that eat us inside out?
why are all diseased?
will it stop only at the end?
at the final death?
if you can’t gives the cure then
oh, give us morphine god
(I’m afraid society might be the disease and the medicine)
-Antônia D.G. Lau