Addiction is born in the chaos of pride,

Self-love sinking with no guide.

To renounce oneself is the only tether,

To embrace the truth in the darkest weather.

But the power of vice is a seductive storm,

Fleshly pleasures in a world forlorn.

The deeper we dive in its false warm glow,

The tighter we’re trapped in its cursed shadow.

I’m both victim and accomplice in this play,

I feel like a perfect failure every day.

Forbidden desire spills beyond control,

Someone, please stop me,

For the Papoula Negra calls my soul!

The trade thrives where the State is absent,

Territories lost, misery ascendant.

With backs turned, the government’s blind,

While the people sway, lost in kind.

Drugs became a banner, a form of ascent,

What should be stopped is now defended.

Addictions corrode, consuming the land,

Abandonment spreads, leaving its brand.

It turned political, it’s now election fuel,

Bound by vices, we play the fool.

Authorities speak in contradiction’s guise,

Protecting the lords who oppress and disguise.

I’m both victim and accomplice in this play,

I feel like a perfect failure every day.

Forbidden desire spills beyond control,

Someone, please stop me,

For the Papoula Negra calls my soul!

I’m both victim and accomplice in this play,

I feel like a perfect failure every day.

Forbidden desire spills beyond control,

Someone, please stop me,

For the Papoula Negra calls my soul!

Our kings are the most addicted!

Our kings are the most addicted!

Our kings are the most addicted!

Our kings are the most addicted!