I don't know why people still invite Mäzela for formal social events He goes dressed in and screaming colors Carries his own knives for the dinner He always demands Dionysus on his left side and Satan on his right side No force but chaos governs his ways For the rest of the hungry night ♪ A little bit skeptical, a bit mystical He's a pessim-optimistic Since to be dead, being alive is enough Existence is an orgy As the priests say, "What the body can" He asks, "Why the body can not?" The answer is under the habit of those nuns (woo!) They must be hot ♪ Sometimes I think he's a typical Brazilian Black magic, he a heretic Kidding around as if everyone had permission To do anything He hates every -ism except the hedonism Regular people say he's crazy Actually, they have to offer him apologies For their Christian sanity ♪ Não há limite para a demência