Destalentao

Neither rise nor fall
Staying in a state of delirium
Neither drink nor smoke
On Sundays, just soup and stew
Neither wash nor mark
I don’t shower 'cause I’ll get cold
Neither for you nor for me
I won’t change my vices for anyone
What do you know how to do? Nothing
Talentless
More than red, I’m burnt out
Neither open nor close
When I call, the locks just run
Neither laugh nor cry
With the same face, all constipated
Neither lose nor win
Counting what I have, I’m outta here
Neither hold nor swallow
I collect termination letters
Neither leave nor arrive
I leave everything halfway
Neither charge nor pay
I’ve got numbers in the red
Neither pray nor take communion
At most, I’m a thief of collection plates
Neither sew nor sing
I don’t even know what I’m telling myself.