Already for quite some time I had the idea to have a thought about the last hours of the young brainwashed suicide bomber, but then seen from his near environment: mother, father, little friend... how do they react? Above all we’re all human ?? Anyhow.. unfortunately , the idea got finalised in june 2006, driven by the recent evolutions we all see around us ... SAD !!! The inspiration for the music came in a one evening rehearsal , in the known Neo-style : an easing beginning , building up to a final explosion .. euh.. sorry...(Mac)

The little boy just returned from his nephews room
Where he was sitting in some spiritual gloom
The pride of the family he was supposed to be
His leaving playmate-hero is though his only reality.

Mother had just finished his own favorite dish
When she brought it to him , she only had one wish
To stop the madness, his foolish craze
Her only left boy, her hard labor, her very own face.

Father, father, sacrifice thy sons
Mother, mother, let loose your cherished ones
The time now really has come to say goodbye
It's time to stop your cries for our blessed one,
...Your cherished one...
...Our blessed one...
...Your cherished one...
...Our blessed one...
...Your cherished one...
...Our blessed one...
...Your cherished one...

Father just came in from the coffee shop
Engulfed with overall pride, kinda male peacock
Immortal his families' name soon forever would be
The semen of true heroes, his ever dreamed destiny…his destiny…!

Father, father, sacrifice thy sons
Mother, mother, let loose your cherished ones
The time now really has come to say goodbye
It's time to stop your cries for our blessed one,
...Your cherished one...
...Our blessed one...
...Your cherished one...
...Our blessed one...
...Your cherished one...
...Our blessed one...
...Your cherished one...