A diacritic ( /daɪ.əˈkrɪtɨk/; also diacritical mark, diacritical point, diacritical sign from ancient Greek διά (dia, through) and κρίνω (krinein, to separate) is a glyph added to a letter, or basic glyph. The term derives from the Greek διακριτικός (diakritikós, "distinguishing"). Diacritic is both an adjective and a noun, whereas diacritical is only an adjective. Some diacritical marks, such as the acute ( ´ ) and grave ( ` ) are often called accents. Diacritical marks may appear above or below a letter, or in some other position such as within the letter or between two letters.
The main use of diacritics in the Latin alphabet is to change the sound value of the letter to which they are added. Examples from English are the diaeresis in naïve and Noël, which show that the vowel with the diaeresis mark is pronounced separately from the preceding vowel; the acute and grave accents, which can indicate that a final vowel is to be pronounced, as in saké and poetic breathèd, and the cedilla under the "c" in the borrowed French word façade, which shows it is pronounced /s/ rather than /k/. In other Latin alphabets, they may distinguish between homonyms, such as French là "there" versus la "the," which are both pronounced [la]. In Gaelic type, a dot over consonants indicates lenition of the consonant in question. In other alphabetic systems, diacritics may perform other functions. Vowel pointing systems, namely the Arabic harakat ( ـَ, ـُ, ـُ, etc.) and the Hebrew niqqud ( ַ, ֶ, ִ, ֹ , ֻ, etc.) systems, indicate sounds (vowels and tones) that are not conveyed by the basic alphabet. The Indic virama ( ् etc.) and the Arabic sukūn ( ـْـ ) mark the absence of a vowel. Cantillation marks indicate prosody. Other uses include the Early Cyrillic titlo ( ◌҃ ) and the Hebrew gershayim ( ״ ), which, respectively, mark abbreviations or acronyms, and Greek diacritics, which showed that letters of the alphabet were being used as numerals.
Por tudo o que tens feito
Por tudo o que vais fazer
Por Tuas promessas e tudo o que és
Eu quero Te agradecer
Com todo meu ser
Homens: Te agradeço, meu Senhor
Mulheres: Te agradeço, meu Senhor
(2X)
Te agradeço por me libertar e salvar
Por ter morrido em meu lugar
Te agradeço
Jesus, te agradeço
Eu de agradeço
Te agradeço
Contemplation.
Revelation.
You've tried to bury us with pure hatred.
Cos what you think and what you say is loud
so start eating that shit we're gonna feed you now.
I can't believe that you think you're right
when everything that you say comes from out of spit.
So keep living off that shit you wrote.
Say it again and again and again I'm gunna slit your throat.
You're not the only one alone here.
I see names without faces and the faces hid in fear.
Have you felt humility?
Insanity.
It'll drive you crazy so hey you big critic.
Come and get it.
You won't admit it but you'll spit it out.
And you're the one with the scapegoat.
And it's shameful.
You should be hiding your face now.
You'll take a swim and you'll take a dive
and when you're found facedown will you be alive?
You think that you can be heard in your own little world.
You think that you have the time to be writing those lies.
And you all hide your face so I can't see you smile.
Contemplation.
Revelation.
You've tried to bury us with pure hatred.
Cos what you think and what you say is loud
so start eating that shit we're gonna feed you now.
Have you felt humility?
Insanity.
It'll drive you crazy you'll take a swim and you'll take a dive
and when you're found facedown will you be alive?
Can you? Will you?
Keep it down?
I can see why you're jealous now.
The lights shine on us and your lights shut down.
In a sweat you break.
As we take stage: in your mouth is a 12 gauge.
Why don't you pull the trigger.
Or shut up before your head gets bigger.
I think it's time for you to come clean.
So come clean.
Before your envy bleeds blood green.
Misery is placed and I'm talking to you.
Are you feeling alone?
Your tragedy comes son.
Are you feeling alone?
Take the fall of us. Wicked and wrecked we come to a
place where I can’t carry on. Find me out in an instant,
Your presence kills my ties to these sick misleading
alibis.
Here I am, a critic restored, I don’t care what they say
anymore. You come at me with a mouth of deceit, I serve
only One who destroys and defeats you, a critic, a
mouthful of sores, you’ll be drug down to the nightmare
you built. I won’t look back, I’ll show no remorse, your
time is done misleading no more.
What if we all understand our own wrong intentions?
Guided by a heart that dies, where’s the honor in our
minds? Leaving a legacy to be entangled by the snare of
lies you left behind, dragging reason from our minds,
burn the scales off our eyes.
You always take the fall for us waiting patiently to come
and rescue me.
You know you’re done, this battle is already won, the
promises you couldn’t keep left them all in deceptive
defeat. Watch the chains as they burn, your demise is the
cure for this curse. I’ve seen it all with a scar that’s