The clothes are dark, the sound in funk
How does it look like, how do you look like?
The soul is cold
The instinct is punk
How does it look like, how do you look like?
How many shades do you think it has
Or you persist on looking like
Far from the sky
And inside some God
How does it look like, how do you look like?
Without masking what it would be
And without the face, which mask would it be
That many shades
You think of having
Or you persist on looking like