The Waste Land
Fragments of life
Crushed images like a disrupted mirror
In a myriad of broken bits which my mind is reflected in
And be throwned in the endless horizon
Hystory - legend - myth
In this waste land
All is connected
All is reality
"and down we went"
"and down we went"
"and down we went"
"and down we went"
In the waste land
In the waste land
In the waste land
In the waste land
What's the meaning of time?
Past is shaping in the future
Dripping labyrinth of sensations
Lost in a existence fragments vortex
All is killed, annihilated
By blasphemous, irriverent pages
Which erase all that has been
To give it a new form
"he who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying"
Humanity put itself in front of the own gravestone
Transuding bleakness paint its death
Scornful mask of life
Pallid illusion of existence
Naked humanity in front of itself
Forced to look through its own degradation
When a shiver of fear shakes its foundation
In the waste land
In the waste land
In the waste land
In the waste land
"and i will you show the fear in a handful of dust"
Autor(es): Carlotta Rubega / Chris Benso / Marco Boffa
