Seventy Times Seven - English Version (Live)

Let's talk about what you really have inside of yourself
This is philosophy, uh

This is cold, hard biopolitics, listen close
Ready for your body to start living on the margins
Listen up, mental, your biology has been begging to rest

If they ask us if it's personal, cut you the deepest till you feel it
That burning venom in your chest
And that HIV remains forgiven stress

It doesn't matter who you are, the human being carried away
The only script is when I speak, an empty poet purified
They were laying down a biological blueprint for physical healing

Laying one inside its center, measure despair
Invisible traces of light through the lens
Invisible trace like skin within the blood

Every limit memory clutch, pain becomes a coded soul on demand
Your body reacts, as if the root of time is happening right now
Thirty years later, your family DNA still bleeds for apologies never spoken

What do we understand? (Understand)
Is there anything we've got to hide?
Feel the body (body)

But the spirit rising, stop, my son
Lift your head and let it go

Oh, oh

Release the venom, let the healing flow

Cláudio Fontenelle

Uh

Life repeating with the divine command
To be self-inflicted is to learn seven times
This was not original

Real love wasn't a medical prescription
And the ancient answers already knew the power of the sweet leaf
So force the private dream before the false appearance

Free is always knowing truth too
And in the end, the pure, the polished defiance
An imperative deed because it comes from inner sanctum cures

From even needing air to press a dangerous conclusion
With the path of mercy and wish to win
The pharmacies ain't magic

The lifetime is spiritual bondage
Soldiers will sacrifice women
But you lack the visual vocabulary of daily life

You move like poetry
Stay awake, you're doing this as high as you can

Yourself and deriving a final meaning is a dispelling panic inflation
Finally, the seed of reality

Just a configuration of mistaking a reason for permission
What do we understand? (Understand)

Is there anything we've got to hide?

Oh, oh, oh