Frenesi: FRENESI

Drunk, dumped in the city I question my sanity, there's no solution They insist on giving me medicine I feel suffocated between the walls of these buildings And in between the boredom, again at the psychiatrist's What's clear to him is abstract to me He tries to treat me, mistreats my intelligence Sometimes I even doubt his existence Coughing, hoping it's not tuberculosis If blood comes out, I'm fucked, oh, neurosis Another dose, congenital panic In these streets there's more shit than toilet paper Cachaça softens my body, I feel anemic What the fuck is this polemic shit. (Senhor do Bonfim - Baco Exu do Blues)

The most personal art of this entire collection, which, together with the lyrics of Baco Exu do Blues, expresses a dark and difficult period of my life and youth.