:: acerto de contas [com as horas?]

...nem que seja com o tempo que perde uma hora hoje

“nobody knows everything
we know this to be true
everything is difficult
except what's in front of you
but it's complicated even under your nose
bullshit math equations
and your highs and your lows
and your manic depression
it comes and it goes
your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
and you're in fight-or-flight mode

how's the world so small when the world is so large?
and what made the world, could i please speak to who's in charge?
everything is real but it's also just as fake
from your daughter's birthday party to your grandmother's wake
and your bi-polar illness, it comes and it goes
you parasympathetic nervous system reacts
and you're in fight or flight
you're in fight or flight
you're in fight or flight mode

i've tried to know which words to sing so many times
and i've tried to know which chords to play
and i've tried to make it rhyme
and i've tried to find the key that all good songs are in
and i've tried to find the notes to make that great resounding din

but there's a bad man in everyone
no matter who we are
there's a rapist and a nazi living in our tiny hearts
child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too
there's someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you

so here's to you, mrs. robinson
people love you more, oh nevermind,
oh nevermind in fucking fact, mrs. robinson
the world won't care whether you live or die, live or die
in fucking fact, mrs. robinson,
they probably hate to see your stupid face,
your stupid face so here's to you, mrs. robinson,
you live in an unforgiving place.”

:: i gave up on my species