Who does not consume the fire of the gear
The discarded shadow at the end of the landscape
The barcode is a certificate of life
Anyone who deviates from the norm is a forgotten soul
The walls keep the silence of what we don't say
Where the battle is internal and the mask is a matrix
We walk in a loop, absurd in ourselves
Between glass showcases and suspended abysses
The invisible struggle does not pay the rent for the soul
The city consumes our peace and our calm
We are cogs trying to prove there is value
In a system that measures life by the degree of pain
Who does not consume the fire of the gear
The discarded shadow at the end of the landscape
The barcode is a certificate of life
Anyone who deviates from the norm is a forgotten soul
Faceless and nameless, where the emptiness
Of others is what consumes us most
Disposable and invisible, after the rain
No one notices the shine of those who can't buy
The algorithm knows what you will feel
Even before you decide to insist
But those who don't have credit also don't have a voice
The machine spits us out and forgets us
The machine spits us out and forgets us
Class struggle dressed as mental battles
Where health is a luxury and the end is natural
Human waste accumulates on the cold sidewalk
While the shopping center glows in full agony
Who does not consume the fire of the gear
The discarded shadow at the end of the landscape
The barcode is a certificate of life
Anyone who deviates from the norm is a forgotten soul
Faceless and nameless, where the emptiness
Of others is what consumes us most
Disposable and invisible, after the rain
No one notices the shine of those who can't buy
Cláudio Fontenelle
In the joy of the campaigns
Histories, colors, of the solid, top notches
In the kingdom of vanity of the astral family
Scream
Just scream
Invisible
Discarded