Little 30's Cinema Soirée

I'm in the darkness of scorched thoughts by the light
From the other side of a bustling coloured cabaret's lunette
The earth's imminent heat to rise felt by ghostly feet's traipsing upon the irregular paving stones
Sided by rust antique building-filled narrow streets
Deserted, if not for specks of townies fated to fail amongst themselves
Mindlessly aware of the wringing flutist of hamelin and his bleak whistle that simply won't stop (to the)
Redenção, the anarchist fest sparkled within its aura
If one person is worthless then all others are
Park people
Sore legs but can't sit down from what they've done to you

How could you ever forgive them all without getting tainted?
(How could you ever forgive them all without getting tainted?)

You'll never have what you want, for when you do you won't be no more
If you want to know the truth, then you can't trust anyone
Not even your own words, as honesty is the worst kind of lie there is
Oh, I see, now you wanna play
Because, I'm in the darkness

(I don't think I'll ever be able to not hate you)