Corpo A Corpo

Tired of seeing words that fade away
Tired of seeing that things never change
Tired of having to stay on guard again
Breathing the air like a blade to the throat.
Tired of seeing words that fade away
Tired of seeing that things never change
Tired of having to stay on guard again
Breathing the air like a blade to the throat.
Walking until you can't feel the pain
Just to see if you can still walk.
The world is a body covered in bruises,
My thoughts getting sharper and sharper.
Bodies on the street that can be rented,
Anatomy charts to be plundered.
Perfect body, immortal body.
The body is the border that can be crossed.
Holy bureaucrats, blood of hypocrites
Life is often a dump of dreams
That feels like a movie where everything's decided
Under a sky of endless gray.
Walking until you can't feel the pain
Just to see if you can still walk.
It's the legs full of bruises,
It's thoughts getting rougher and rougher.
Bodies in ruins from the news reports,
Diplomatic bodies live to conquer.
The march plays, play it again,
Death looks good when the hour strikes.
Christs crying from too much pain,
The anguish of a planet you can dissect.
Cut the cake, cut it again:
The rich stay alive while the poor die.
Bodies and ruins to conquer
For a body of troops under the fanfare.
Torn body, body to body,
The body is the innocence that can be shattered.
Holy bureaucrats, blood of hypocrites
Life is often a dump of dreams
That feels like a movie where everything's decided
Under a sky of endless gray.
Holy bureaucrats, seed of hypocrites
Life is written on a pile of dreams
Like in a movie where everything's decided
Under a sky of endless gray.