I'll fight for control
But the right way takes a toll
And still at the end of it all
I can't escape my fate

The writings on the wall

them ripped to shreds
This road that we share
Doesn't lead anywhere
But there's nothing an artist can't do
When you swing your brush, you have to follow through
That in every building made with pride
The architect is trapped inside
Bleeding paint, a shattered heart
That's what makes a work of art

a heavy heart
That's what makes a work of art
We build and we pray
Sculpting dreams out of clay
As we try not to look at the scrawl
That we won't have to see the writing on the wall

Every day we play this game of chance
Whirling through a desperate dance
Sketching visions in our heads
Just to see

as you toil away
Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines
And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows
Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say
But maybe - just maybe - they're trying to give me a sign
That in every building made with pride
The architect remains inside
Peeling paint,

hope tha our towers don't fall
That's we won't have to see the writing on the wall
The more you work the higher the stakes
And the bigger the sorrows to drown
'cause one mistake is all that it takes for the walls to come crumbling down
You have to ignore them
The echoing voices
That cackle and curse

or attention
I only work hard so the structures won't fall
But seeing it finished is worth every mora i spend
Within every building made with pride
The architect lives on inside
Shining paint, a marble heart
That's what makes a work of art
We build and we play
Sculpting dreams out of clay
With the

Que gracinha!

Eu vou espruder em quinhentos bazilhoes de pedacinhos

Na real acho que já viveram demais, já tá na hora de ir mesmo. Que saco. 2 filhos antes dela e ainda não aprenderam a cuidar de um filho? Porra