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letra de lemonade acid - saulo oliveira s.

there’s a black hole in everything’s heart, that’s how the light goes out to dark

dominion is set upon every mind
the maze has no easy way out to find

if all times lead to a bowsprit quest
that’s how subtle the quarrel test

you reach the top of the hill rolling a huge bolder
which falls all the way down then you start to rolling it again
maybe i’ve made up my mind

where’s the exit door?
why is it the floor keeps stretching?

do i overthink a lot because my mind is like a corridor in which evеry exit door ends up on a new corridor?
likе walking an endless alley at 3 am in a lucid dream?

how far does this tunnel extends?
am i too messy and i don’t get along with people because they don’t look at things the way i do
or was i just born unsympathetically nonchalant?

what if you actually never was born?
what if you’re a steam of consciousness from a distant intelligence from another dimension?

isn’t it convenient that none of us remember being born?
if we live in a simulation, why does the programmer allow us to question the programming
and be aware that we are just a bunch of zeros and ones?

if god was created by adam, who made adam?
and who’s the who from whom he comes from and so on and on and on?
how lucid is the dream?
how long have we’ve been asleep?
is there a way out?

in the journey to find the ultimate answers that would solve all things in existence
i’ve been told that a wise old man who lives at the top of a mountain
in a heath near a cliff, had what i was looking for

eventually, i got there, knocked at his door, his name is heathcliff
i said i was there for the answers and he said he already knew it

and as i leaned to hear it better from his whispering peaceful voice
my sight got stuck at a scene i glimpsed over his shoulder
of thousands of skeletons and dead bodies lying down there
swaying mechanically in the sea
whilst foaming waves pushed them against the rocks at the corner of the mountain

i asked and he told me that that was just inevitable
as by the moment one listens the great and undisputed truth of it all
about the meaning of life and so on
“the acknowledgment of the informations i give
hit the nervous system like a parasite that grows in seconds
and by reaching its peak the reaction of jumping off the cliff is inescapable”
so “yes”, he explained, “you’ll have the whole knowledge ever desirable
and will know everything, but mind you that it will last half a minute
before you’re gone for good”

so now, he leaned towards me
and proceeded to begin telling me the answers i was searching for so long

my mind stretched tons with the information, just like he said
i gazed for long years into the abyss, the abyss also gazed into me
i jumped and as i drowned the last beat of pulse in me left the body

i was gone

then, i heard a siren ethereal voice singing over the waters
and i immediately started to float back to the surface

i was back

heathcliff told me “that never happened before”

it’s been a long journey from nowhere to nowhere, nothing to nothing
it al ends with you lying in your bed
the lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze in the half light
you drink and know the dream has dreamt itself
tomorrow’s bells will toll, you’ll run more fast

perhaps, it was never just lemonade
maybe you only remember it that way
but you can’t tell if its the acid that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid
or if its the sugar that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid

sugar or acid, all is one

you swallow the last drop, and finally let go:
it was never lemonade, it was always lemonade

- saulo oliveira s

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