I crash my brain
on a tearfull sun
As I leave my sins
in a wonderfull run

Tearing appart the fools
garden play
I´m taking the leash
on an animal's pray

Stupidity rain
is flooding my town
All in the name of a
King with no crown

Pulling our gonads
as a bunch of crows
Killing away all the
things that grows

Flip flap clap with
a pose of Herodes
Licking his tiny weenie
like abandoned dogs

Carving deep a hole
on a barren ground
All in the name of a
King with no crown

Vasco Pompaelo*

A nosotros que nos le digan que hacer
Nosotros queremos balas para combater I no son balas de borracha o de métal
Son balas para enseñar i aprender
Balas para educar i entender

Estas balas no tiene gigabyte
Ni tu cara en la puta site
Es una bala humana
La bala que apura
La bala que es pura
Solo hace daño en tu cultura

Una bala que te da vida
No la que te quita la saliva


Vasco Pompaelo*

Angie

Into the sixty
Growing filthy

Acting like a teen
As where you've been

Poor fake rocker
Unable to be proper

Farting like a been
Pretending to be clean

Ego of a shitter
In the end a bitter

Dancing like a queen
Just being a scheme

Post cool faken
Depending on the baker

A parasite king
Putting brothers in a bin

Knowing you will end
With your shit in your hand

Unable to scream
The prick you've ben


Vasco Pompaelo*

Clearly tired of "hipocorrosivity"
trashed with fake nails in
your flawless soul.

A tic-tac for a king kong
as the moral plays your song

Attached to a past half limit
and fuly disguised

Pure impunity smashed the
reality.

The one cheated.

The one bought.

I'm geting closer to be far.
Thank God.

Vasco Pompaelo*

Passion,

Dangerous as fashion

Vasco Pompaelo*

Upraised in fear
to be strong as a bear.

Locked in pain
to be found
with no gain.

Brought in lies
to be around
selfish flies.

Concealed in fake
to become
the son of a rape.

Vasco Pompaelo*

 TP405

I just hope 

you dry.

Cause dead 

you 

are already.

Sickened behaviour

on sinked

excuses.

A need to steal

to feel.

No mercy 

on this.

Shameless heart

with the

air of a fart.

Rotten like Johnny.

Blossom like mummy.

The end of

what never began.

Vasco Pompaelo*

 Apnea

While you attack

I learn

Cause  you don't learn

When I attack

It's when defending 

That you lose

Cause in attack

You never win

Like that you develop

Walking' backwards

As going forward

You're not capable

You've emancipated 

Walking to selfish

Crawling 

To individualism

False generosity

Stopped in time

Floating 

While you drown

Vasco Pompaelo*