Brazillia - Febueder

Wonder, what the hell they done to you now

I can see the hurt, and it’s gone right to your blood now

And I. See you like you

And I. See that you like you

Nothing won’t help now

Well there’s distant kind of hugs pulling clouds close to them, as they want it

Leaving freedom to us all, coming back to questions if you had done wrong

It’s just a preacher’s help, do not be sworn to hell, do not beware,

and that’s the creatures hell, and we might want hell

There’s no other way

That your attitude don’t rub

There’s no other way

That you settle just enough

And I’m so tired of waiting

Just to hold onto my shoes

I’m all done to solve

All the answers I already know

There’s no other way

That your attitude don’t rub

There’s no other way

That you settle just enough

And I’m so tired of waiting

Just to hold onto my shoes

I’m all done to solve

All the answers I already know