O Rei da Cocada Preta
João Manô
The King of Black Cocada
I fed the bubble
What a silly thing
But it seems
Good for me
This thing that dares me
Soon hurts me
It's better not to interact
I thought it best to keep to myself
This habit
Will make me only talk to those
Who think just like me
Soon I won't argue with anyone
I fed the bubble
What a silly thing
But it seems
Good for me
This thing that dares me
Soon hurts me
It's better not to interact
I thought it best to keep to myself
This habit
Will make me only talk to those
Who think just like me
Soon I won't argue with anyone
Have you seen? Those who surrounded themselves
Stagnated, fled, stopped trying to evolve
Have you seen? Those who run from diversity
Manufacture their truths
And won't admit
Have you seen? Those who gave up on the fields
Moved too far from the concept of being Christian
I perfected the bubble
And now no one else can enter
I won't introduce you, get involved
It's better for me to spare myself
I'm tired of the bubble
That hides the true intention
When it's not a joke, it's a stone, sealed, idolized, launched the nonsense
Have you seen? Those who surrounded themselves
Stagnated, fled, stopped trying to evolve
Have you seen? Those who run from diversity
Manufacture their truths
And won't admit
Have you seen? Those who gave up on the fields
Moved too far from the concept of being Christian