Vermillion Pt. 2

Corey Taylor / Slipknot

She seemed dressed in all of me,
stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
leaked through and covered me.
I'd do anything to have her to myself.
Just to have her for myself...
Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.

She is everything to me;
the unaquired dream,
a song that no one sings,
the unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in.
All I need to make it real is one more reason.
I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.

But I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.

A catch in my throat, choke.
Torn into pieces.
I won't, no!
I don't wanna be this...

But I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.

She isn't real.
I can't make her real.
She isn't real.
I can't make her real.

Messi Diz

Meu forte não é a felicidade, admito.
Não são cãezinhos fofinhos, ursinhos
carinhosos e algodões-doce em domingos
no parque.
É amargura e rancor e ironia e acidez,
tudo para camuflar tristeza e medo.

Cronos, O Velho Canalha

"Por que o tempo passa? Por que não ficamos crianças?", ele me perguntou.
Bastou isso para me desarmar, lavar com criolina a sujeira n'alma, pela carga do dia, e ver cor mesmo onde tons de cinza reinam desde Cronos.