e é isso.
tentando curar as frustrações, as aflições e as desconfianças- essas são as mais malvadas.

"Pardon Me While I burst
Pardon Me While I burst 

A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty-three on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.   
Now two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knee.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause lately I've been thinking of combustication.
As a welcome vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D
But thinking so much differently.

Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.

Never be the same... yeah.."


ouvindo : vidinha -  Ronei Jorge e os Ladrões de Bicicleta.