Small time Shiva

You deal with your machines, 

your twisted fears, tears and dreams.

You are your own ruin. You are a no-man's land. 

Nothing good grows of you. 

Better if you are left alone.

Leave life for the living. 

You are a small time Shiva.

You too have become death.

What you touch you destroy.

So I'll keep my distance.

Until the end of time.

(«A vida é feita de esperas ou de quimeras? É que eu só quero ser feliz.»)