Death
The sky is just about sand
Your silence seems to have crept
I know the hour's intense
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about
I never thought that I'll let
I mostly want what I get
It comes at night when it wants
You're better off in our bed
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about
Prefer the noise to the song
The words, they always seemed wrong
We're better off within here
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about
Morte
O céu tá quase de areia
Seu silêncio parece ter chegado
Eu sei que a hora é intensa
Morte, o que poderia ser pior
Se eu tivesse algo pra reclamar
Se eu ocupasse seu lugar, doeria
Algo pra reclamar
Eu nunca pensei que eu deixaria
Eu só quero o que eu ganho
Vem à noite quando quer
Você tá melhor na nossa cama
Morte, o que poderia ser pior
Se eu tivesse algo pra reclamar
Se eu ocupasse seu lugar, doeria
Algo pra reclamar
Prefiro o barulho à canção
As palavras sempre pareceram erradas
Estamos melhor aqui dentro
Morte, o que poderia ser pior
Se eu tivesse algo pra reclamar
Se eu ocupasse seu lugar, doeria
Algo pra reclamar
Morte, o que poderia ser pior
Se eu tivesse algo pra reclamar
Se eu ocupasse seu lugar, doeria
Algo pra reclamar