Claustrofobia

I went to find the living among the dead
Incomplete mazes with endings
Uncovered legions of demons, controlling the mind

Death isn’t allied with the weaker demon, no
Everyone has a soul
But few value it, how sweet is revenge because my
Turn is coming

The torture chamber is now the light of four candles
The electric chair or cut off their head
Illusions in the afternoons, others great for the people
They climb up patiently, others last
Again, I’m sorry, it’s been a while since they passed

You weren’t there when the deceased was dying
The grave that awaits three meters underground
Patiently, the worms eat decomposed flesh
This doesn’t end, it’s just beginning, the soul isn’t dead
The soul in life isn’t a lie, entering the other world beyond the beyond

The last pioneers, my disciples of evil
Impact in the yeast of blood down to the bones
Words of the wicked, better not offend them

References to suicide, sex, santeria
Drugs, paganism, rebellion against satanism
Through sound, rhythm, tone, melody
Frequency, intensity, duration, harmony

By my own voice, even my own presence
Let the doubters doubt, as my audience hears
I’m the wicked MC, claustrophobia
For the giant mind, for the microbe mind

For the people who don’t understand, people who do
Dumb people for smart people, for those who are born
For those who happen before school
Home, street, jail, cult, party, and mass

To everyone, including me, even myself
For everything I’ve heard and for everything I’ve seen
I send intentional messages like everyone
That we send accidental messages
Like rebellion and obscene languages

I think these blasphemies and even things we don’t want
We do it because we can, you know there will be graves
Waiting for your bodies, you don’t even realize what you’re doing
In these 20 rhythms, I sent you so many messages

Costumes, pumpkins, masks, hazelnuts, black cats, rocks
And a man in white clothes, wicked
Mr. Lord is impervious, commander
Celebratory to the seventh Sama, dreadful costumes

They go first, proceed with envy, wiras
Every participant in Halloween should wear the skin
And the heads of animals
The strength of whoever dresses up will be amazing

Second, the pumpkin which symbolizes
The soul in condemnation and the coal
Turned to ash, there’s nothing left
Of the body on the path, it has passed

Replaced by the pumpkin, it internalizes the content
Third, the masks, animist methods
Superstitious methods against the spiritist
Hazelnuts, four present themselves as sweets

For love matters, divination of crosses
Fifth, the black-haired cats, natural faces symbolize the incarnation
Of human souls, I’m not scared of those who pact
And kill themselves
It was about some kids who played with satanism