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I asked myself was I content,
with the world that I once cherished?
Did it bring me to this darkened place
to contemplate my perfect future?
I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate.
Losing sight of what and who I was again

I’m so sorry if these seething words I say
Impress on you
That I’ve become the anathema of my soul

I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world,
But I know where this is leading me
Please
No tears
No sympathy

I can’t say that you’re losing me
But I must be that which I am
Though I know where this could take me
No tears
No sympathy

Gracefully
Respectfully
Facing conflict deep inside myself
But here confined
Losing control of what I could not change

Gracefully
Respectfully
I ask you “Please don’t worry,”
Not for me
Don’t turn your back
Don’t turn away

I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
But I know where this is leading
Please
No tears
No sympathy

I can’t say that you’re losing me
But I must be that which I am
Though I know where this could take me
No tears
No sympathy

No tears for me, no sympathy
No tears for me, no sympathy

Só conseguia pensar que fico abismada com violência gratuita, embora não seja exatamente este o caso do clipe. Explico: ele é chocante não porque a violência é gratuita ou completamente fora da realidade, mas justamente por parecer real demais. Por ser fratura exposta. E isso faz todo mundo prestar atenção, de uma forma bem incômoda e desagradável, mas faz. A obra não faz questão nenhuma de sutilezas.

Essa obra não possui ironia alguma, nem sarcasmo ou acidez. Ela é quase que crua, bastante próxima do real. E é isso o que apavora: essa linha tênue. Sem contar nos contrastes, notas altas, notas baixas e o silêncios que a pistola e a metralhadora fazem ecoar na nossa cabeça. A gente está se distraindo com coisas desimportantes enquanto nos matamos e enquanto a história acontece no background. “I gotta carry on”. Róla um wake up call sim.

Causar mal estar e desconforto entre os seus (pra expôr uma dor ou um problema ou o que seja) é uma arte extremamente difícil de dominar e que admiro bastante. E o Childish Gambino fez isso com maestria. Acho que não existe nada mais aterrorizante do que algo que seja muito familiar e que te traga conforto, repentinamente te causar medo ao mesmo tempo. Porque o medo real não está fora, não está no outro, nos inimigos, no óbvio. O medo está dentro.

I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window.
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused. You never noticed me.
You always wore the same dress; always bore the same
expression: “It’s a loveless world so what’s the point of looking? Let it be…”
I considered throwing roses – thought I’d maybe wave a flag.
Had to try and force some small connection – but, there’s a snag.
It’s my confession that I watch you in my tragic isolation.
In my fear… That’s the way it’s been for years.
That’s the way it will always be…

When life is but disappointment
And nothing is amusing
The one wild hunt
For loneliness
Is a life without god
Is an end without love
Soulless today
And soulless tomorrow
We struggle forthe joy
Oh, we struggle for tthe joy

That life is haunted by

That life is haunted by

Its memories – its meaninglessness
Yearn to be gathered, cracked and saved
A thought for a life time
A thought for a night time

But, what ends when the symbols shatter?
And, who knows what happens to hearts?
But, what ends when the symbols shatter?
And, who knows what happens to hearts?

 

Fear of money
Fear of love
Fear of being undone
Fear of conscience
Fear of law
Fear of living too long

Each time you reach out
I find it strange
Seems like a waste of goodwill

You’ve shared your dreams
Recounted “wins”
I can’t relate to those things

I wouldn’t last a night
In your head
With your thoughts
Of right and wrong
Good and bad

You have nothing of worth to offer me
Nothing but guilt and luxury
Underneath your disguise
The dream is suffering
Vanishing

I’m at home with my faults
I don’t need your friendship
Your judgement
Your passive aggressive concern

I’ve got fear
I’ve got hate
I’ve got the things you can’t chase out
Hiding in plain sight
And you’ve settled down now
To die in the same cage you were born and raised in

Bury the sentiment
Bury the good intent
I don’t deserve your affection

Piss on your selflessness
Fuck your forgiveness
I don’t believe in redemption

Heal me darling
Pleaded the playboy bedroom eyes
Grace your sunshine
Till everyithing’s ok, alright, fine

What’s hers is his
‘Cause everything is forgiven
Forgiven

Though he soured the milk of human kindness
All is forgiven
(All is forgiven)

Truth and avarice
Encircle his words like a barberpole
Twisted and useless
Till they disappear in her camisole
(Goodnight alibi)

Throw away your daggers and pills
‘Cause everything’s still
Forgiven
Forgiven

Though he bit off the nipple of human kindness
All is for…

Hypocrite, four flusher, snake in the grass
Just a swindler and wolf in sheep’s clothing
Liar

Yes he tries to hide the cross he bears
But splinters, like the truth have always risen
All is forgiven

Though he shelters himself in the
Shades of the wings of a stool pigeon
All is forgiven

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