Demon Soul

There's a demon
whispering
between the bags
I born with
and those I'was carrying on the road.

Some ghost
that pack me
Pack my words
My fluids
my feelings..
and Everything
I try to be

Não dê ouvidos à ele.
Não dê!

Larga fora seu sussurro,
tal espúrio que definha
definha
definha
definha
as fibras
a aura
a melanina
e tudo.

No, you might not hear
his words
You might not bite
his faults
You should be strong
Stay, so

Hold on
Stay strong.