Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Fell asleep like the time has come
In favela walls where fights are won
The air tastes like copper and rain
Somebody's son won't wake again

Walk by safe if you can't blink twice
Hell burns harder when you roll the dice
The dogs know which doors to avoid
God's just another word for paranoid

It might strike seven, don't get up hopes
Life hangs on by the neck on the ropes
The electric hum, the generator's wheeze
Make sure you're still in one piece

I scream another time
Just to scare the birds away
They pick my flesh
Leave me no time for rest
From São Paulo to Paris streets
Waiting for the last dance
The final breath
The final breath

Tuesday bleeds into Thursday now
Lost the days, don't ask me how
Sister's boyfriend disappeared last week
His mother doesn't sleep, doesn't speak
Just stares at his empty seat

The television prophesies in static
Grandmother's prayers get more frantic
She lights candles for the already dead
Whispers names I've never heard said

I scream another time
Just to scare the birds away
They pick my flesh
Leave me no time for rest
From São Paulo to Paris streets
Waiting for the last dance
The final breath
The final breath

God better change my life
'Cause death is coming
And I ain't waiting for the trigger
God better change my life
Death is coming
I ain't waiting

Mathematics of survival
Six bullets, seven brothers
One ambulance, three neighborhoods
Do the math
Do the math

Every sunrise is a coin flip
Every sunset is a maybe
The calendar's a sick joke here
Yesterday might be your last day

I scream one more time
Scare the birds, scare the saints
They're all the same
They all want their taste
São Paulo to Paris streets
Betting on my defeat
The final breath

But not yet, not yet
Not yet, not yet
NOT YET
NOT YET

Fell asleep like the time has come
But I woke up
I woke up
I woke up
Still here
Still breathing

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