Em Respeito ao Vício

I don't like the things I see,
My greatest desire I don't know what it would be.
I don't think of anything I want
Besides the first beer of the day.

Today I'm sure I like the empty bar much more,
I start sitting at the table but always end up on the curb.
I socialize quite well, but whenever I can I avoid it,
Because I know the slightest friction can trigger a mechanism.

Better leave it as it is around here
So I don't have to rely on fate
I don't blame the killer in several cases I've seen.

Horrible world, despicable people, who will I justify myself to
So difficult, in respect to the vice, to leave the comfort of the bar.

I don't know if what I think is right,
Or if I start from a bad judgment,
Because half of the world I don't want around,
And the other half I regret.

I didn't make this bad world,
But maybe I help make it worse.
I must be a heartless monster,
Because in truth, I don't care.

Horrible world, despicable people, who will I justify myself to
So difficult, in respect to the vice, to leave the comfort of the bar.