A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
(…)
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises
(…)
No alarms and no surprises please
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
(…)
(No Surprises-Radiohead)

“Não lembrar o que se fala ou se faz pode ser tão perigoso quanto dormir com nós mesmos”