Grilo falante.

So the breakfast turned a cannibal food
Nobody touched the bell announcing a death
but I heard, yes, I heard everything trash

Yeah my friend, is not easy to admit that
I am connected to every movement and step
I'm feeling each capturing
can then be stopped, right there floating

So I see drawings on the floor
skeletons on the wall
crickets speakers meeting the dolls
elephant in a green pot
you and me lying on a bed of water cool