Sozim

I'm kind of a lone wolf, always go alone
Since I was a kid I have friends, but I feel alone
My problems are mine, I'll solve them alone
I'm not a crutch for the old, that's why I go alone

Feeling cold, in an eternal void
Only those who know saw how distant my gaze is, uncle
I'm not from here, I don't feel like an integral part of the work
I see myself as a stranger in a nest of snakes, it's tough
My thoughts are more rotten than what's left of the market
I write and record, hoping someone will want them
I won't smile just to socialize
Become a true fake, for the fakes this is real
And this is my curse: To go alone in the crowd
With all uncertainties poisoning the heart
If it's each in their own loneliness, I'm in mine
Watching the fools get lost for not having anything to put on the line
I go like the criminals the city hides in the deserted alleys
Sulking like a rat, afraid of what comes near
But it's me, suspicious and fearful
With a bad-tempered face, the most dangerous of the harmless
Sulking, I think about a lot of crap
Many ask if I'm okay, but few care about the answer
The agonies of the hill are increasing
The more I know people, the more I like my dog
Opposites don't attract, I see the worms that betray each other
I go alone with the headphones, in the car of my equals
Looking at the tracks on the asphalt, I think the following
For those who want to live a hundred years, I'm already quite sad at twenty
I was sent back to complete the mission
Not to become a loser, collecting frustration
The option? Reduce the number of people around
There will be less disappointment and it will be much better
Under the mercury light, covering some fucked up issues
If I could explain it, I would have understood it by now
Trust is an ungrateful woman in an orgy
But, thank God, I've never been one to get lost with the bitches!

I'm kind of a lone wolf, always go alone
Since I was a kid I have friends, but I feel alone
My problems are mine, I'll solve them alone
I'm not a crutch for the old, that's why I go alone

I love and hate the street, in that
The thing is like an artery: It has several bacteria in it
Through it, I go with a cap and headphones
Lonely like someone who knows there's not much beyond their own name
At this hour, many sleep in front of the TV on
Again, I'm crossing the night
Born alone, will die alone
To believe in this, doesn't cost
Worse than it seems fair
Lost headlights, like given looks
Illuminate, confuse, but they go away, leaving forgotten
Leaving hatred, love, faith, uncertainty
Who knows? The night is a box of surprises
Yielding to illusions and those who find themselves get lost with the losers
It's one life for several game overs
Moscow, changed the subject, failed, BOOM!
Another sad ending to another common story
Your bro becomes tetraplegic because of an asshole
Who forgot how harmful it is to drive drunk
And now all that's left is to whisper that it's tough
With a distant gaze, inert in a wheelchair
Forever without a way out
Uncle, I live intensely knowing that nights are short like lives
Like dreams or gloomy nightmares
By the way, speaking of that, it's been a while since I slept