Inteligência Artificial

If no one is someone
Who is who to be sure about who?
Who is who to be sure about what?
I don't even know what I'm doing here
I want to know what's making me feel this way

My God, if you don't mind, I want the answer
I'm almost raw under dead skin
I tolerate tons of intolerance
I read in a magazine that it's better to ignore ignorance

I ignored, almost couldn't tolerate
When I saw that the page only talked about liposuction
I stopped, careful with the sparrow
Men working on the track, sorry for the mental disturbance

During daylight saving time, during rush hour
During lunchtime, Snapchat, Candy Crush
An McFlurry, and your BlackBerry
That you bought on Black Friday, playing Jones and Larry

Revolutionizing notebooks
I'm just another guinea pig in my pen of pen and bayonet
They turned time into salary
They held me the whole month, then hit my car

The air conditioning damages my health
The GPS knows me, I sweat in Bluetooth
Infrared eyes, walls with mirrors
Nightmares, I sleep on a hammock... Wi-Fi

They're mechanizing the world
They've already put Google lamps, antennas, and cameras
Trip to Mars, I go by kart, I want art
This discomfort in my back burns more than Mercurochrome

I grew up with crazy stories
My eyes have X-ray vision, at night I see in 3D
I know something that drives you crazy
That does lobotomy, and makes alchemy happen

Come walk on the avenues, Taguatinga or New York
Poison in the produce, Facebook or Tamagotchi
To sell SmartFit, cellulite, steroids
Then split a fifty-fifty, 50 Cent, the candy shop

You don't know a third, you plasticized sex
The earth goes off its axis every leap year
I took it in the circumference, organic is synthetic
The king of competence is the owner of antiseptic

The man sells the child, the woman sews the hymen
Auction in Sierra Leone for a guy from Chile
An old man who did well selling tiger skin
Another woman in Lisbon, a memory just like MIB

A liter of gasoline equals a barrel in Lebanon
Know that Ritalin comes from Silicon Valley
For you to be silent, I like to give a hint
They do this in the Arab countries with fire on the foreskin

Now I have a chip, you'll find me wherever I am
The same chip they put in the chimpanzee's skin
I can resist everything, except temptations
That's why the bitten apple behind the selfie with the melons

The herb was prohibited, the beer price went up
What's in this food is what kills life
Medicine for the wound is what gives me a headache
I didn't understand a line of what was on the prescription

This is the million-dollar show, who doesn't want to be a millionaire?
Confusing automation with sedentary formation
If I fled from Babylon, from all daily stress
They'll call me crazy, you clever and me a fool

And I plunged into the vastness of the ocean
I questioned Plato, Pluto, plutonium
I thought of cells in the banknotes of Mozambique
In the goods of the mulattoes from Sergipe

And I thought of Ebola, remembered HIV
I watched the World Cup, the troops, the TV
Who were Adam and Eve? Earth heading to Mars
I don't want death, but here it's kill or be killed

Look at the prisons, the industrial revolution
Explain volcanoes, Pakistan, Senegal
Birth, solar winds
Melting of the polar ice caps

Oil, drugs, the desert
The cemetery, souls, and hatred
Hollywood, the pyramids, the Eiffel Tower
Travelers, fast food, the tale of Noel

The Berlin Wall, the Great Wall of China
Guaibim beach, the religions of India
Egypt, Siberia, and Russia
Suicide, misery, and the compass