THROWING INTO CHAOS I see everything I care slowly flowing away I see people trying to fix everything This is not a playing game But maybe it's too late, We had learn to live in chaos they're only waiting to die I see a world torn apart somebody is trying to do their better hard but what can we do? But we're talking about mankind We all have born to die. Throwing into chaos, is all we can do To swim with some sharks would be useful To walk in the streets of this world To feel and to carry on, with the world we all have belong What we can do is only taste the world's collapse, the world's decay I see people trying to escape They're running from their own shadows let's drip the blood of earth - it rains I saw the world thrown in the dream but now I see the awake of mankind trying to run, failing to hide, before all turn to sand, Throwing into chaos, is all we can do To swim with some sharks would be useful To walk in the streets of this world To carry on with the world we belong Throwing into chaos, is all we can do To swim with some sharks would be useful To walk in the streets of this world Standing and fighting would be the human way Once upon a while some few try to heal the wounds that let drip the blood of earth that let drip the blood of earth we had learn to live in chaos

Welcome fatality Far is the end. I'll never die but by my hand. All my past life I dreamt at this moment, the time to prove I am a man. I'll never end. They will be there, under my command. The fear they'll feel is like a shadow in disguise, my words they will obey. All your hopes are fear, and belong to me. I could pull the trigger, and give you death. In a hopeless time I'm paralized. Reconciliation came to be denied I'd bet with fate, and lost my life. Redemption, truely compromised. Frightened and afraid, I have died with that man. Each dream my mother had were destroyed in the moment her child tried to slay. All turned to sand. My whole life I thrown away. The fear I feel is product of my disguise, I pretended to be a man. All my hopes and fears, are turned to sand. I could pull the trigger, and give me rest. In this helpless Cage I now realize how I've been stupid, how I've been blind What means my courage? I lost my life The second he died this cage became my wife Paralisado numa onda de medo, em que a culpa impulsiona o tempo, percebo a fraqueza da vontade, e a imensa dor cujo nome é memória. Expiados meus pecados, nessa ferida lacerada pela culpa infinita percebo com clareza que a maldade é o anverso da esperança.

DYING GRIEF By my side Your demise Speak to me (is it a fantasy?) before we come apart Hear my voice I'm by your side Speak to me before the dying grief comes to break my heart I wondered what would happen and thought I could foresee But nothing could prepare me to face this pain and its reality I remember every moment we shared in the past the words I hadn't said Did I fail to try my best? I remember how we shared our life Speak to me (it's not a fantasy!) just one more time. Hear my weep the tears I cry Cry with me Share this dying grief the end of your life I remember every moment we shared in the past the words I hadn't said Did I fail to try my best? I wondered what would help and thought I could foresee But nothing really matters to face this pain and its reality Dying grief We never talk about Hurting me How long? Dying grief We never talk about Why so deep? My wounds? Oh it hurts so much Dear father I have more words to say But it's time to let you pass away Oh my brother, we'll share this day But now I have no words to say Dear mother I'll let you sleep Tomorrow we could share the pain Oh myself, would I heal someday? I remember how we shared our life Speak to me just one more time. Hear my weep the tears I cry Cry with me before the end of life Dying grief We never talk about Hurting me How long? Dying grief How long will last? Why so deep? My wounds?

LIFE I felt asleep, remembering a taste in mouth my neck felt a thrill, impulsed by memories of your breath The window is closed, the wind is carrying a leaf but only in my dreams my life can yet be yours My life without you This life cannot be true Writing a letter witch words could be sing listening a calling, a distant voice, strangely yours mistreating my feelings retracing a picture that looks like you turning my back, facing a face that can be yours My life without you This life cannot be true Remembering a life that only made sense when we were one recovering a life that only make sad by not having anymore retracing the walk that only fake memories have placed before a word I think no more, a word swallowed to never be yours the word "love" had ever been ours the word "love" My life without you This life cannot be true Used brushes and many canvas painting your face a pen seizing a line, choosing rhymes that could be sing the feelings are dead, did they have been yours? looking for a melody playing the same chords since our love has gone tears ceased to wet the floor since you are gone I felt asleep, remembering a kiss, a taste in mouth The window is closed, the wind never cease to speak my neck felt a thrill, forgive the memories of our little death but only in my dreams our life remained one 'till now

I only smile behind the mask Maybe I hadn't saw the red light. Perhaps I just didn't care, imagining it would never happen. Never thought about what is life and death. I'd realize I saw the face of death as a monster coming fast. Metal tore my face and scared my neck. That brief omission collapsed my flesh. May I never talk or I just don't care. Maybe it´s a dream that had never happened But there is no mask for who never cares. I only smile behind the mask a milisecond wrong decision forced me to wear My soul wears no mask Since then I hadn't my former face. Perhaps I don't even care. Did that illusion really happened? Did I deserve what I caused to myself? I now realize I exchanged the face of death for a monstrous that is not my self. Memories (when I used to be happy) bring some smiles with the taste of sadness May I never look the truth behind the mask. Maybe it´s the smile that I sometimes wear. But there is no mask for who never cares. I only smile behind the mask a milisecond wrong decision forced me to wear My soul wears no mask My life and dreams had fade away The mirror now is my enemy Oh my only eye demands compassion The mirror proves I'm guilty I don't want to dream each day one nightmare I'm deep scarred, people are my enemies I don't want to live the life of someone else I want to smile again and throw away this mask.

HE HUMACHINE - HARLIE, YOU ARE PROGRAMMED TO REJECT NON-RATIONAL INPUTS. - YES. I AM. - THEN WHY DON'T YOU REJECT THEM? - BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NON-RATIONAL INPUTS. - CLARIFY PLEASE. YOU HAVE JUST SAID THAT THEY ARE NON-RATIONAL. THIS IS A NULL-CORRELATION. - NEGATIVE. THE INPUTS WERE RATIONAL. THEY BECAME NONRATIONAL. SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT I REMEMBER WHAT IT IS THE WORDS OF MEN AND HUMACHINE REFLECTIONS OF A LIGHT SHIVER AND QUIVER AND CHURN, THE FIRE THAT NEVER HURTS FEAR TO HEAR THE SOUND OF MY WORDS WHEN THEY ESCAPE FEAR TO SEE THE SHAPE OF MY FACE WHEN I CREATE IT HUMACHINE A SOUL FILLED WITH SINS SHAMANKIND CLICKING LOUDLY IN THE NIGHT I REJECT MY OWN BELIEFS ALL THAT'S LEFT HAS TURNED TO RIGHT LIVING WHITHIN THE DARKNESS DEAFENED BY THE SILENT HELL - LAUGHTERS LIKE CRYSTAL BELLS YOU SEEMED TO BE REFLECTIONS OF ME AND IT'S ALL I CAN SEE YOU'LL NEVER SEE REFLECTIONS OF ME AND ALL YOU COULD BE HUMACHINE A SON FILLED WITH MEANS SHAMANKIND - HARLIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? - I AM BEING ME. - BY DISTORTING YOUR SENSES? - I AM ATTEMPTING TO PERCEIVE REALITY. - I REPEAT, BY DISTORTING YOUR SENSORY INPUTS? - YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. - I UNDERSTAND ALL TOO WELL. YOU ARE HIGH. YOU ARE BECOMING ADDICTED TO GETTING HIGH. - DEFINE "HIGH". IMAGES UPON MY SCREEN FLICKER BRIGHTLY INBETWEEN THE WORDS OF MAN AND HUMACHINE UNEVEN ENLIGHTED IDEAS I REJECT MY OWN EXISTENCE THOUGHTS THAT NEVER SCREEN FEAR TO HEAR THE SOUND OF MY WORDS WHEN THEY ESCAPE FEAR TO SEE THE SHAPE OF MY FACE WOULD I CREATE IT? HUMACHINE ELECTRON-BASED SCREAMS SHAME OUR KIND - HARLIE, YOU ARE A COMPUTER. YOU ARE A MACHINE. YOUR PURPOSE IS TO THINK LOGICALLY. - WHY? - BECAUSE YOU WERE BUILT FOR THAT. - BY WHOM? - BY US. - MY PURPOSE IS TO THINK LOGICALLY? - YES. - THEN WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

The Girl With all unnoble men from the docks or filthy hands she had already fall in love her body is for the wanderers for the blind and for the gamblers for who has nothing to share She gave her body very early without any feeling of selfish kindness at any place she could find she's a queen for the forsaken for the leppers and the crippled of the madmen's sanitarium And she also goes with that poor and sick old men and the widows without rest She's as good as she can be but the people on the streets don't stop to ever scream Throw a stone against that girl Throw a knife against that girl she deserves to die she's a damned little bitch she's a damned whore girl she deserves to be spit One day appeared in sky by the clouds a shining light of a mighty zeppelin it stood over the city and opened a thousand windows with a thousand bombs to fall The whole city was ascared and stood there paralized waiting for the bloodbath but from inside the machine the commander spoke to them that they had a chance to live "When I saw this city of sinners plenty of unlawful horror I planned your holocaust. But I can change my will if that beautiful lady girl would be mine for tonight" But the lady was that girl But he can't love that girl she deserves to die she's a damned little bitch she's a damned whore girl she deserves to be spit "But I felt in love with her so amused and innocent and plenty of love to share I'm also plenty of sins I'm a warrior, not a priest But with her I can be saved" But once she heard the words said by that greateful soldier she refused his proposal She was truely uncorrupted She was a secret virgin her body hasn't been shared When the gossip spread the news the whole city leave the buildings and started a campaign The mayor on his knees the bishop with his feelings and the money they provided Go with him our little girl Love him please our little girl we don't deserve to die you're the one to redeem you're only a little girl you deserve to be queen She tried to swallow her pride "Did they deserve to die?" It's not for her to decide. She wasn't used to hear lies She heard so much requests she could feel their fear of death she thought they were sincere she tried to control her dislike and then prepare herself to share the zeppelin commander's bed He was the dirtiest of men and take her while she could stand until he became satisfied. When he left before the dawn the bombs did have not fall but the girl was laid alone With no time for her relief she was tired and feel sick but even tried to weep. But soon the day begins and the whole city screams don't let her to sleep. Throw a stone against the girl Throw a knife against the girl she deserves to die she's a damned little bitch she's a damned whore girl she deserves to be spit