Mephitic Reality

Wandering ‘round the streets again. There’s no place like home to go.

Slamming faces looking down on you, wishing’ you were never born.


Unemployed parents beat on you. There’s no vision in their straight view.

No fair rules in this wicked game. Life will end up in a knife’s blade.


Tell me one more reason

To believe in your god.

Tell me if I’ll find

And have my life again.

Life’s getting cheaper.

Vicious circle is set up.

Victim of circumstances:

A mephitic reality.


Vice seems the only escape from truth. Friendship is a perfect-made illusion.

Take this way, don’t take your life back. Face the game before you lose.


Wandering around the streets again. There’s no place like home to go.

No fair rules in this wicked game. Life will end up in a knife’s blade.


Tell me one more reason

To believe in your god.

Tell me if I’ll find

And have my life again.

Life’s getting cheaper.

Vicious circle is set up.

Victim of the circumstances:

Your mephitic reality.


Mephitic reality, is it too hard to see.



Letra: Alfredo Loureiro/Renato de Castro.

Musica: HAVOC.