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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