Make it right

Nascido numa casa de mentiras, rodeado de cobras, tive maus exemplos por todos os lados.

Eu me inspirei no que não existia.

Diferente de todos ao meu redor, ignorado, humilhado, vivi no inferno.

Eu me isolei de todo o resto.

Cansado de lutar contra tudo e todos, preenchido com ódio, resolvi ignorar.

Eu perdi a vontade de mudar.

Enganado por falsas esperanças, por promessas vazias, traí meus ideais.

Eu amaldiçoei o meu destino.

"I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong
Wrong

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes, on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong
Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah

Wrong
Wrong
Too long
Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong"

Mas e aí, o que eu faria depois? Resmungaria a vida toda dos tombos que levei?

Deixaria esses idiotas me derrotarem? Me tornarem só mais um?

Não. Eu cansei de desistir. Porque nesse mundo de merda, ninguém vem te salvar.

Nesse mundo de merda nada vem da espera, nada vem da desistência.

Você tem de salvar a si mesmo. Tem de construir a si mesmo. E corrigir os erros ao seu redor.

Eu finalmente me lembro do que eu perdi quando criança. Foi a vontade de lutar.

Achei mais fácil ignorar. Com o tempo, até compactuar. Mas eu estava errado. 

Enquanto me reconstruía, achei partes que julgava perdidas de mim. E juntei todas elas pra ver no que dava.

Hoje eu sou o meu eu criança, reacionário. Eu sou o meu eu adolescente, analítico. Eu sou o meu eu recente, criativo. Hoje sou finalmente eu. E por isso estou mais forte do que nunca.

Então, agora que estou pronto, tá na hora de mudar esse mundo descarrilado.

"I told myself this was about justice, about protecting the weak...

But I was wrong."

If the world has gone wrong, you just have to make it right.

It's coming, kids. Atarashii no Sekai.

John's out.