Brazil

I saw you swam over past lives,
To burn the country that you loved,
And end the world you want to seize,
For a fine something no one seeks.

Wash my faith now,
Though you win every time, and I don’t know how,
But your ships are selling mirrors now,
And i haven’t bought you and I haven’t sold me,
But everyone is living for restaurants now;
Burned spagetti-burned-town,
And i heard you starve,
Downtown eggland,
With six comrades and a smugly redhead with a crown,
She’s got eyes, but she can’t see,
You talk like a devil, but then she looks at me..

What about mirrors now ?
What about our mirrors now ?
The face of my brothers,
The faith of the sea,
I’m nothing but all what she thinks she see,
I know they run it,
But i can’t run me,
So i lie in the lanes that shame and bleeds,
Because you had your bets and i’ve had enough,
I’m gonna burn your movies ,
To attend the plays play-offs.

And they all play the beautiful garden while I’m in the swamp,
Cause it’s all we’ve ever wanted, and it’s all that i push still,
Can’t i play the burnt movies while I’m in the swamp?
Can’t time check for another date while we’re all in for the deep?