My daily bread

Is not for my head

It’s on my plate

To go ahead

To go running

In the jungle

To make

My daily bread

 

My daily fed

Is lying down

On my bed

Exhausted

Of working

So much

So much fed

My daily fed

 

My daily beck

Is full of preck

Can’t take enough

To go on top

Neglecting even

Its most basic

Esquecimento

My daily beck

 

My daily fleck

So deep in my eyes

Nobody can notice

How bright

It shines

I can see though

Through their own shies

My daily fleck