Just look, what a weird guy just got here
He doesn't seem to find a place
Within the body where God incarnated him
He stumbles on every block
Doesn't measure the strength he already has
He shows an open heart
That he doesn't share with anyone
Always has everything at his fingertips
But he takes the cross a little further
Carving as a craftsman
The image of a nice guy
Look out there, who's asking for approval
Doesn't even know where to go
If someone doesn't point a direction
He risks never knowing who he really is
Will he notice?
That he always runs away from his place
Allowing the hate hidden inside
Maybe, if he never tries
To be the TV guy again
Who wins the fight without sweating
And wins applause unintentionally
Is part of this game
To tell the whole world
That only knows his share of misfortune
It's that simple
When you shrink your chest
And pretend there's no competition
It is the solution for those who do not want
To lose what they already have
And close their hands to what is to come