Viagem Ao Centro do Eu
Lopine
Journey to the Center of Myself
Me inside my own self floating
Me inside my own self digging and reaching myself
Finally
My body turning and stirring
My blind fear of seeing
What's wrong in me
In me
Yes
What always stirs inside
Thus, the discomfort of thought
That comes from here, burden of the right?
I'm just what's inside
I'm just another prisoner of the ego
