[INTRO ā dirty guitar + TV static + slow beat] [šŗ distorted news in the background] š¤ [VERSE 1] Now wars are short-term pain They explode fast on the evening news Bombs fallā¦ turn into international charts And the trauma gets trapped in the signal Bodies become cold numbers in the statistics of capital They say the war is over but no one sees the end š„ [PRE-CHORUS ā rising drums] Nameā¦ ageā¦ addressā¦ data, facial identity digital bank But who you really are no one can calculate humanity š„ [CHORUS] You know my name you know where I live but you donāt know who I am and you donāt want to know Identity doesnāt fit in an empty form nor in a system that got it wrong ā” [VERSE 2 ā heavier] People donāt know who they are living dressed in labels and roles ID number, login, password, profession but no one faces the mirror of ambition A name is not identity An address is not essence When all the masks are taken away only consciousness remains š° [VERSE 3] We live in a drifting haze 50 reais wonāt buy a pizza but they buy eight hours of your life time sold cheap so the machine keeps turning Life is about surviving wearing down the soles of your shoes The clock beating in your chest like an industrial hammer Your whole day is worth less than three lines in the news ā½ [BRIDGE ā instrumental break, almost ironic voice] And in the middle of all this thereās a guy running after a ball They say he never grew up a child cluelessā¦ without calculationā¦ just playing for the magic Messi dribbling the whole world while the system tries to sell real time š„ [FINAL CHORUS] You know my name you know where I live but you donāt know who I am Long wars on TV short lives in pain time sold cheap to keep the engine running šø [OUTRO ā fading dirty guitar] āThey say now that wars are short-term painā¦ā šŗ [TV turning off] silence.
