Apotheosis of a Child
Luiz Miguel P. A. de Lima
Making sounds in a crowded place
Doodling on my desk, it is all a haze
Check my pulse, the walls are melting
Dark visions of the past, the pills I am taking
Keep me alive, sell me cheaper
Apotheosis of a child, call the reaper
The things you write, the things I say
They're all lies, coisas que eu já sei
Making sounds in a crowded place
Doodling on my desk, it is all a haze
Check my pulse, the walls are melting
Dark visions of the past, the pills I am taking
Keep me alive, sell me cheaper
Apotheosis of a child, call the reaper
The things you write, the things I say
They're all lies, coisas que eu já sei