[Intro]
Oh
Affectionate Faction, yeah, yeah
Drunk and winged, drunk and winged, ayy

[Chorus]
I feel like the gods are scared of me, scared of me
Half man, half God and both are scared of me
I feel like the world is scared of me, scared of me
Half man, half God and both are scared of me
I feel like the world is scared of me, scared of me, scared of me
Half man, half God and both are scared of me
Scared of me, scared of me, scared of me
Scarеd of me, scared of me, scarеd of me, ah

[Verse 1]
I compose so I don't decompose
Cursed poet, expert in the art of Arthur Rimbaud
Waiter, bring another dose, please, 'cause I'm
Between Machado de Assis and Xangô's axe
Sonnet of bohemian poetry, melancholy
I'm from the time where poets still used to make poetry
Saravá, Ossanha's singing has been killing me
And whoever sings evil scares, it's no longer working
Here you can hear the drumming of thunder
Thor and his hammer, Jorge and his dragon
Ciranda from heaven, drum rave
The gods wanted to cry for love
Here you can hear the drumming of thunder
Thor and his hammer, Jorge and his dragon
Ciranda from heaven, drum rave
The gods wanted to cry for love
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm showing you how I am and I'm being how I can
Throwing my body into the world, an-
I'm showing you how I am and I'm being how I can
Throwing my body into the world, an-

[Chorus]
I feel like the gods are scared of me, scared of me
Half man, half God and both are scared of me
I feel like the world is scared of me, scared of me
Half man, half God and both are scared of me
I feel like the world is scared of me, scared of me, scared of me
Half man, half God and both are scared of me
Scared of me, scared of me, scared of me
Scared of me, scared of me, scared of me, ah

[Verse 2]
The gods are stray poets
They nap on the dash line island
Your pen in heat has a soft touch
They bow down in the framework of the healing of the hug
I am poetry, tobacco and wine, Dionysus and Bacchus, alone
In the same space, Horus outside the nest
I open your way, I'm the corner of the world
And in this corner of the world I remake myself
Dance with the muses among the woods and vineyards
In this backcountry paths, the feeling is a deep sea
In it I sink to the bottom
Unsatisfied with the size of the world
That's why the paper got small
I write on walls, on bodies and on the plebs
On the skin, on the thin line of the epidermis
From the calm soul of the curved lines of Venus' thighs
At least my destiny is not in a
Astro, chaste, it's enough, I'm enough, astrologers, various dialogues
Immersed in the complex content that consumes us
The pain disappears when it sees that the gods are jealous of men
[Outro]
The world is the fruit of our imagination
Are we gods or their creation?
The world is the fruit of our imagination
Are we gods or their creation?
Your creation, your creation
We are gods or their creation
Your creation, your creation
We are gods or your creation