I'm not fake, fake is the demon

He says who tomorrow go are a great day
But my people don't see she says
The thunder red on the black sky
Seen things who are my

I'm like a bitch of the street of São Paulo
In the Boca do Lixo goes stop in the cars
But I go to for my house see Veronica Mars and on the sound of Misfits
Lost in the night of the state and of the city

My cousin in the door of the house
In the computer, red is the mouse
My family is very crazy and fuck
My grandfather have a little truck

See, she says
Says me see
In the night...
In the light...
On day...
On age...
On date...
I'm not fake
Fake is the demon