Over the giant's shoulder
men roll down overloaded
Eyes they are getting colder
Elbows are faced inward

Big money shows the way up to live for
slithering to the mouse trap
new ways of keeping the old gold
draining life to the sap

They are never looking for a reason
in this neverending hating season

Lie harder
tied tighter
die crying
fly higher

HATING SEASON

One word said - innocence
Dug a hole in the chest
The seeds of hate will germinate

Your mind gets weak and and shakes down your confidence
Friendly advices are useless, they have no chance

No-brainer resolutions, silence that cuts
The open sore... that never gives up

The roots of all evil
Feeding from all the light it gets
It grows hidden
lurking in the shadows of your past

Regretful
Insane
Darkest sap through your veins

Let the tree of sorrow throw its seeds
Black Heart blooms out as it bleeds


Antônio Carlos Silveira