The Rivals Are Fed and Rested

Sounds are no longer known (I ask them to reach me)
Textures no longer known (I ask them to touch me)
Figures no longer known
I ask them to feed me (I need you to feed me)
(I need yours to feed mine)

This bread of life i chose to take, more i bake, less i make
Lord almighty, days are runnin', I'm still waiting my returning
But please satan keep your distance
I still persistence (I want you to feed me)
(I want yours to feed mine)

Threatened by thirds wills, pots ought to be filled
It's smells like exclusive meal, you'd rather be killed
Steal sources from each land till young can't get breastfed
Mind your step, mind your head!
The rivals are fed and rested

"Bicho que tem fome come lixo, come cu
Come bicho morrendo, come cru e se mexendo
Come pedra, come rato, come rã, engole sapo
Come merda, fuma mato, cheira pó e da barato
Pra dar canja, lambe saco, come pato com laranja
Se esbanja, canta ode, se lambuza, suja o modes
Não se importa, vai pra forbes, quando exporta só comodete
Que altura tudo aprova tudo abusa e vai pra cova
Rico que tem fome come fruta, come ovas
Deixa pobre morrendo, deixa nu e se fudendo"

Work is no longer needed (I tell them to do it)
Drive is no longer needed (I tell them to do it)
Cook' is no longer needed
I'll take yours to feed me (I choose you to feed me)
(I choose yours to feed mines)

Threatened by thirds wills, pots ought to be filled
It's smells like exclusive meal, you'd rather be killed
Steal sources from each land till young can't get breastfed
Mind your step, mind your head!
The rivals are fed and rested



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Writer(s): Yohan Kisser
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