We have these pills, we should throw them away We've worked for hours, no chance to escape Just gimme my money, 'cause that's my disease!
Beyond the red lights, you're singing the blues Tired of lies, you're searching for the truth So gimme my money, that's my medicine!
I've gotta run, it's not working You'd better get out of my way We never talk about the innocence, and we don't care!
I know the answer, it's shaking my brain Don't make it a question, it doesn't matter the pain I'm screaming louder to cure my disease!
I've gotta run, it's not working You'd better get out of my way We never talk about the innocence, and we don't care!
It's not too late, the sun is going down I know this sound, we're under attack Heaven is a lie, I hope you realize Nowhere is safe, nobody is saved tonight!
I've gotta run, it's not working You'd better get out of my way We never talk about the innocence, and we don't care!
I've gotta run, it's not working You'd better get out of my way We never talk about the consequences, and we don't care!
Compositores: Wallas Ribeiro, Gustavo Silveira e Murilo da Silva