Maybe that's "just" an inspired idea about
nothing
Or a ridiculous conspiracy of the human blindness
But there isn't such apology on the deep vision of
unreality
The terrifying fear of the meaninglessness
We are living on the ignorant route
Without the real sensibility
Believing on masquerade phrases
Walking with no reliability
The more we know about our ignorance
The more the silent remains
We couldn't talk about the unknown
But everything is an "abstract" substitution of the
mystery
It's easy to acquire the knowledge without questioning
Facing the darkness with an artificial light
We are just composing another era
Another generation of conscious monkeys
Prepotent animals, living and laughing
Crying and killing
We're born, we grow, we die
We are just passing by
It's estrange to think about the end
The more profound, more incoherent it will be
Alienated by the thoughts, you will end shaking in a locked
room
Walking on that mystery route
We have all the time to spend
