Southern (Brasil)

The Blotch

Southern (Brasil)

Crossroads of the Revolution


For those who where born
In the illusion of religion
Reality means shit
For those who where born
In the illusion of reality
If you born in
Reality does not make sense

God makes me feel like sick
God makes me feel like unfit
God makes me feel like wicked
God makes me feel like a fucking blotch!

Unfit, wicked, an ulcer, the root of all human evil!

All that I am
All that I need
Do not depended of you
For those who where born
In the illusion of reality
if you born in
Reality does not make sense

God makes me feel like sick
God makes me feel like unfit
God makes me feel like wicked
God makes me feel like a fucking blotch!

Unfit, wicked, an ulcer, the root of all human evil!

If I am bad
And fucking unworthy
Why did you created me
And dragged me to the mistake?

The blotch

Unfit, wicked, an ulcer, the root of all human evil!

Composição: Renan Hoffmann, Mateus Felippe, Leonardo Felippe e Ivan José Frezza Júnior

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