Oportunistas

You are operating wrong
And everyone notices it
Your pulse is at a slow tempo
From a dropper

You are appealing wrong
You keep adding fallacies
And you make misfortune easier for your client

A few Murphy's laws
They follow you everywhere
And now you dream of witchcraft, black cats
They want to bite you

You are tuning wrong
My throat can't hold it anymore
Your larynx fakes
And the bra doesn't fit well
You are the best architect
With a huge hard drive
It's not a fucking job
Well nobody is perfect

You go through life with glasses of water, saving incense
A crystal ball controls your life, but still
It makes you feel better

They are the opportunists
Of hopelessness
The more you give
Less is enough for them
And they play with a fire that doesn't burn them
And suddenly your enthusiasm has a price

Decorate your luck with candles, your card will win
But that letter is already marked right from the start
When they see you gaga

Because they are opportunists of hopelessness
The more you give them, the less they get
And they play with a fire that doesn't burn them
And suddenly your enthusiasm has a price