we exist

Entre la nuit, la nuit et l'aurore.
Entre le royaume des vivants et des morts.

what if the camera really do take your soul

A thousand horses running wild in a city on fire
But it starts in your feet, then it goes to your head
If you can't feel it, then the roots are dead

And the missionaries
They tell us we will be left behind
Been left behind a thousand times


Lisboa, Campo Grande