Bulimia - Bumerangue

Este o planeta Terra onde eu jogo um bumerangue
Aqui habita a raa humana numa falsa iluso
Num eterno drama
Aqui discriminam-se prostitutas, mas ningum pra pra pensar
Que donas de casa submissas esto no mesmo patamar
beira do caos, sempre marchando
Est a raa racional matando, cagando, limpando com grana
At que um dia a vida superior conceda a eutansia humana
Aprisionam animais tirando-lhes o direito de voar
Testemunhando sua agonia pelo prazer de ouvi-los cantar
Executivos se enforcam em ternos sem tempo de sentir calor
Vida apressada, vida inspida, sem valor
Suicdios coletivos como a Ordem do Templo Solar
Sempre taxados como loucura sem questes a relevar
Seria isto profundo?
Seria isto banal?
Seria esta uma galera que caiu na real?

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==English Translation==

This is Planet Earth where I throw a boomerang
Human race lives here in a fake ilusion
In a neverending drama
Here they discriminate the prostitutes, but no one stops to think
That submissive housewives are just the same
Edging chaos, always marching
There is the rational race, killin, shitting, wipping with money
Until one day a superior life concedes the human euthanasia
They cage animals, not allowing them to fly
Testify their agony just get pleasure from their singing
Business men hang theirselves in their suits, no time to feel the heat
Hurried life, tasteless life, worthless
Mass suicides, like {{wp|Order of the Solar Temple}}
Always called crazy, as if they had nothing to question
Would they be something deep?
Would it be banal?
Would they be just people who woke up?