Vacuum
We keep on crashing on mental limits
Keep on hoping to reach something further
In a desert that we try to flourish
With someone else and their vacuum
The day everything has gone as we have planned
Has been the day that our torment began
The day everything will go as we have planned
Will be the day of our death
Hide yourself behind a last joyful memory
Keep it in mind when you're lost in agony
Hide yourself within the eroding desire
To reach the purpose of this hideous life
Autor(es): Carlo Semenzato