Letra da Música: Things - Vinícius Morozesk

Sometimes we don't like things
Objects we deny, a book, a pan, some desk
But then we realize: the word things itself
Is a word taht describe us, a way to hate ourself

We can be bought and sold
We can be bought and sold

A way to hate the time
A way to hate the moon
A way to hate you mom
A way to hate yourself
A book can be burnt
And when we burn a man these days
It doesn't mean you're bad
He was just some stuff
A book can be burnt
And when we burn a man these days
It doesn't mean you're bad
He was just some stuff

We can be bought and sold
We can be bought and sold
We can be bought and sold
We can be bought and sold

A way to hate the time
A way to hate the sun
A way to hate you wife
A way to hate your son
A book can be burnt
And when we burn a man these days
It doesn't mean you're bad
He was just some stuff
A book can be burnt
And when we burn a man these days
It doesn't mean you're bad
He was just some stuff