tell me, please, who is truly the innocent and guilty one?
it won’t be the father, it won’t be the son
see, before he became a father, he was a son
and then, with time, from son he becomes father.

i will blame my father, my son will blame me
we all join in the circle of shame
children are left to the slope of fate
many suffer and many succeed

we are given life and humanity
and then we exit cursed with the sufferings of our lineage
nowadays we see only
only one who will represent the bloodline
the pain passes to me through them
until i am the one to embody
every anxiety, depression, worthlessness and pain
the roots are distant, they come from a forest of traumas

all the imperfections i have
aren’t mine

they belong to my lineage.