the flying sly eggs in my poor brain

when I am at the parties until late of the dawn am crazy, very impure falling in the faint in the ground lights, sounds, voices, wailings that seem of demons falling in the faint ground 2x don't feel anything, only venom Refrão: marijuana in my poor brain bleeding inside as rain of knives I see flying eggs succumbing my soul pulling my legs solo: 2x my life is ruined done of illusion crossed lives in my road as a painful coalition my family, my friends released everything for the drug I love that am and what has but no what does for that to work marijuana in my poor lies bleeding inside as rain of knives I see flying eggs succumbing my soul pulling my legs