"If you see, you mother, kill your mother
If you see your father, kill your father
if you see budha, kill the budha
Thats the road of the Asassin...
A portal without barriers..."

Everything is land, blood and steel
painting it with faith, culture changes nothing
nothing moves our kind, created
creator in shame.

Shadows, in a bowl of light
Locked inside ourselves
nothing is man or woman
barren bands of land pieces we are
Alone screaming by birth
Alone in silence at death

"We used to know"
"we used to love"
"that´s how it is"
Then what are we good for?
what are we bad for?
forgetting...
forgiven?
for us
for what?

Not happy, never
only numb enough from pain
Apart from our freewill
cut from our roots
Leafes in the side walk of history
once green, now dead.

Marcio