Beatcoins are like ants in my pants but I don't need to dance I just need to check My account balance in my bank Beatcoins think I'll buy a coffee franchise think I'll buy an indie label think I'll buy a craft brewery think I'll buy your radio station Beatcoins it goes back and forth it goes forth as froth It will vanish in the frost It will steam as the fog Beatcoins is not a crime share it fairly on the web you'll be hype but you won't need a Lear Jet

It really jumped right out of the groove! On blissful desperation, we used to set our camps up The lanes of afterglow made shapes on my ceiling It really doesn’t help to feel so shitty today (It will blow your speakers off) Living life in ruin seems more than OK. (It will blow your speakers off) As far as I'm concerned, not a case for discipline It needs to be tamed Be contained All those words are filthy, thoughts shaped in the way of pity I don't sympathize I don't think that's right They taunt what's called intention into a polimorphic extension of a lunatic in the driver's seat So many gestures while he speaks His hands say au contraire his eyes aren't very aware I told him, If you make us die I couldn't pay for this ride Our topics ranged from forgotten recent history to the unescrutable essence of the brazillian way Both being foundation metaphysique of this tropic's disease And you know what's the antidote? I said I wouldn't risk to spoil a monologue We stopped at the red lights He turned to me with devilish eyes I know it's a common scene a stranger sharing his perspectives but this car was neon hell that guy could napalm Vietnam just for the smell (i really doesn't help to feel so shitty today) And you know what's the antidote? He said, As far as I'm concerned, not a case for discipline, it needs to be tamed, be contained I felt sorry for my ears, they are so carelessly prompt I wish I could plug them out Once again, they do the job of being a toilet for the outspoken. I wish I could plug them out Those are android features I'm eager to try: to be selectively deaf; selectively blind; I would be a hypocritical middleclass starshinning prototypical intellectual overcritical embarrassing – but up to this point, very polite – misjudging man-machine. Then I realized, I'm sitting with some sort of executioner This is no paid ride home he's collecting my ransome I kept complaining about non-asked opinions, maybe even called him bolsominion. I'm flushed, overboiled, sinistrously bored To hear this, I confess, Is giving me the urge to pick the wheel and hit a tree he must be stopped I went too far He reminded me of my dad, I have no excuse I think I'll bring it up on therapy, put it to good use I value conversations very oftenly as a treasure to be found in the islands of everyday's in betweens And in that same picture I guess I'm the blurred figure on the background swimming out of focus I'd rather be adrift at the sea Words are safer inside those books I've read It's given to the fact that all those author's are dead

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Spotniks, startups and bolovo Internet, Black mirror and madness Insecurity, video games and gentrificators Anxiety, Laziness and you Astrology, ganja and streaming Zuckerber, temer and mom's spaghetti Piauí, perplexity and Fora Temer Smart phones and gourmet churros Free wi-fi, social media and xvideos Selfies, self-fiction, shares and likes Heterosexualism, Kim Kataguri and techno Hierarchy, memes and comics Semiotics, frankfurt and filter bubbles Capitalism, nostalgia and pitchfork Smirnoff Ice, Vaporwave and Facebook Memories Algorithms, quotation marks and what's app Instagram stories and open relationships

Is the space-time made of information? Are our mind just a vacant station? Should we know for sure if the sky can bleed? Or are these thought that we should juast leave? Could we hack the floor and make it disappear? When we began to kiss do all the flowers fell? And if someone decides a black star should colapse? Do we run for cover or just start to laugh? I wanna meet you on the supermoon Gonna fly up the in my new space suit The quantum mechanics cooked inside my room Gonna make us meet in a supermoon