A Verdade Sem Filtro - English Version (Live)
Cláudio Fontenelle
Good evening
It's good to be here again
You know what we're going to talk about today, right?
We're going to look in the mirror to see the unfiltered truth
Look at this game you play so ruthlessly
You call it survival, but it leaves a different taste
Your conscience weighs heavy, though you pretend it doesn't
You justify the filth staining your palms
A corrupt system you embrace with a laugh
While the honest world crumbles and fades away
That plastic morality bowing down to power
How long can this lie actually protect you?
It's the sickness of the age, this twisted mind
Selling your soul for a hollow joy
A conscience that tricks you into believing
That stepping on others is the way to win
A mentality that steals truth right off the ground
Lost in the maze of your own delusion
How long will you pretend not to see?
That the noose around your neck binds you too
A plastic smile, a sharp suit, but a
Twisted character, completely broken
Vile natures dictating the order of the day
Turning justice into sheer cowardice
You think you're clever, that you know it all
But you're just digging the deepest hole in the world
It's no use washing your hands like Pilate
The bill always comes due, and now it's your turn
Cláudio Fontenelle
It's the sickness of the age, this twisted mind
Selling one's own soul for a hollow joy
That mindset making you believe
That trampling on others is the way to win
A mentality that steals truth from the ground
Lost in the labyrinth of its own illusion
How long will you pretend not to see?
That the noose around the neck binds you too
What do you see deep down?
Is there anything clean left in that world of yours?
The mask falls
And the truth is terrifying
There is no money in the world
That can rescue you
It's the sickness of the age, this twisted mind
Selling one's own soul for a hollow joy
That mindset making you believe
That trampling on others is the way to win
A mentality that steals truth from the ground
Lost in the labyrinth of its own illusion
How long will you pretend not to see?
That the noose around the neck binds you too
Awareness or illusion?
You choose
Thank you, good night