God's Mother Face

They killed more childrens in Rio today
They're just kids in a mortal game
Gunfire crosses the sky like a storm
I don't know, but it's smell like civil war

One hundred and eleven prisioners in a hell
Policemen trade crack and kill boys and girls
The traffickers have more weapons than the army
I don't know but it's smell like civil war

Killers wipe out childrens in the church's door
Politicians goes to the tv talk about human rights
The sacred war almost began
When a freak kicked the god's mother face
In the name of salvation

Blood, sex, drugs in the city of pleasures
Fear, pain, death in the country of carnival