Cold Melancholy
From those pyramids
A thousand years have been gazing at you
Burn down the photographs
And memories claim to let them live
Let the suffering rest for the endless centuries
Chew my weep
Blackened stench
Symbolic meat
Wet eyes rolling
Cold melancholy
Freezes my soul
Fragments of a lonely man
Who really cares?
Dig my inner soul
Hard to find the core
The heart is still a muscle
Emotional sweat
Autor(es): Carlos Lopes
