[Carlos / Juan / Athos Maia] Words slip away from my hands, blend with sweat and rot down into your mouth. Come and take a look: it's me, over there, flying over the fog from your dirty breath. Hiding the dizzying sound of your hair. Hiding the dizzying sound of your shoes, Listen: someone is entering this noisy room, there is no space out, so, please, come inside, Have you swallowed them? Have you heard what I gave you? I may slay these words with blades, recovering tender wounds with tears Deception is my burnt wing, I'll take you to my promised land Then I can just step you on the floor, and you'll know: pain sustains my heavy weight Around your teeth. Cry not.