Hill of Tortures
I walked on a hill of pain
Climbing up to be hurt
In the valley of poors and sad boys
It's just a hill of tortures
Where the seniors can win
And losers just tried a lot
In the mountains are dying little by little
They feel this thing a lot
The masters of rolling trickers
Beat my spirit with a punch
Sayin', "Boy, you could better yourself as a devil"
It's a place I live walking
On the hill of fire that burns
I pray you Lord to rise me
On the hill of tortures
Climbing up to be hurt
In the valley of poors and sad boys
It's just a hill of tortures
Where the seniors can win
And losers just tried a lot
In the mountains are dying little by little
They feel this thing a lot
The masters of rolling trickers
Beat my spirit with a punch
Sayin', "Boy, you could better yourself as a devil"
It's a place I live walking
On the hill of fire that burns
I pray you Lord to rise me
On the hill of tortures
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Writer(s): Guilherme Carvalho
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