Não à pena de morte!*
* 10 de Outubro — Dia Mundial Contra a Pena de Morte, criado em 2003 por iniciativa conjunta de organizações não governamentais, governos e organizações jurídicas
...
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
...
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret sign and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are the sick breath at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My kill-hand is E.V.I.L.
Across his brother's fist
That filthy five! That did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
And ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And, anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And Ive got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is boiling
In a way its spoiling all the fun with all this truth and consequence
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
Anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret sign and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are the sick breath at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My kill-hand is E.V.I.L.
Across his brother's fist
That filthy five! That did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
And ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And, anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And Ive got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is boiling
In a way its spoiling all the fun with all this truth and consequence
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
Anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
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