Well in every possible way the capital shoots you down
Because it's (the) capital that makes the world go round [1]
Waste is compulsive, waiting for the rain to fall and wash the street isn't hard
Since I've been alive, I've learned that things change
Experience and learned lessons don't dwell only in scars and wrinkles
I step on leeches, beneath the bridge... I slither
Avoiding the... "get rich or die trying" crowd
Because mental exercises understood the most novice among us
If poetry is in the air like the noble gases
That penetrate and infect open wounds
Plenty of rhymes and scarcely any poetry
Pichação is modern art [2]
It goes beyond fleeting lyrics
Graffiti as a means for the masses
Artists hidden in the subsoil of America
Alert and attentive to war technology and artificial intelligence
I see everything about the world's future through the window of the absurd
Careful with your Internet history
Screenshots don't go away, screenshots don't go away [3]
Browsing anonymous pages
Clearing my search history
The lightness of the tectonic plates
Destroying all the dormitory-cities
The sound of vinyl playing in the heart of Brazil
And the birds echoing the rushing current of the Amazon rivers
Magnetic resonance truly does happen naturally
Believe in them or not, our rarities, unmistakable
The women who sell acarajé aren't invisible [4]
Like the arguments we have in narrow relationships, through our inbox
Printed conversations transform into new documents
Abbreviated, we call them docs
New fleets of autonomous robots that need only a synonym
To start singing an electronic chorus that chants endlessly that obsolescence don't stop, don't stop [5]
Careful with... 'cause screenshots don't... [6]
Screenshots don't vanish, screenshots don't vanish
Careful with your Internet history, screenshots are never gone for good