Thrown into this world
fragile, precarious, and defenseless
blind and with a soul full of emptiness

Trying to sustain life
with the crumbs of dreams
that have fallen off the table
as leftovers from a foreign banquet

When the memories come back
like the remains of a shipwreck
when the storm becomes flesh
and the overflow floods the feelings

Under the shadow
that stands on the edge of time
walking with dead steps
a path without a future

Terror seizes the being
and drags it untamed
as a stream of underground water
dark and silent

Longing for a different future
reviving the intricate chain of causes
devouring the fruit that is always rotten inside

When the memories come back
like the remains of a shipwreck
when the storm becomes flesh
and the overflow floods the feelings

Terror seizes the being
and drags it untamed
as a stream of underground water
dark and silent

And in that descent towards death
falls behind it
the fruitless attempt of clinging to the ineffable
as the evidence that crumbles
revealing its own emptiness

We´re always turning a blind eye
leaving the decision we should make in others hands
disfigured in a vain apology
the decadence we have created
and still we justify our misfortune
as an impossibility to read
the signs of an order that exceeds us
Life without meaning

Like worms hiding from sunlight
we take shelter in the dirt
descending to the deepest filth -memories of the past -
trying to give sense to our existence
as redemption
to justify the misery of our days

Born without a life and still unable to die
we slowly agonize

Life without meaning

In praises that are stacked
like mountains of feces
to reach a supreme god that we have created
life has been denied
and in the quest to alleviate its suffering
mankind awaits for the transcendental world
where it will have to suffer no more.

Life without meaning

There’s so much to say
and yet, no words for it
words are not good enough
so I'll keep quiet, silent
unheard like a book that is never finished
with words that will never be written

Born without life and still unable to die
slowly we agonize

We strive into the need to freeze
at least for a moment, the constant flow
of what has been and what will be after us
as an effort to make it the center of our existence
like if we could stop time watching moments as a picture
but deep down we know that what we call life
is merely a slow death

We are dying but we choose to forget it
Life without meaning

Bound to suffer
without any other outcome
that would seem to be, at last, our essence
and as an even more wicked gesture
we’ve been blinded with the hope
that makes us believe we actually decide our fate

As if we were an amusement for the gods
who laugh seeing us try again and again
we are just a moment of a pathetic cycle
that constantly repeats the same end

Every path
Every choice
Every effort we made
brought us closer to the void
where we found our dreams undone

Opposite wishes
lost in vain efforts
the hope that misfortune tramples
predicts the harmful errors of our entire life
while death awaits our final act

The names change
the stories, the faces
but not the eternal antagonists.

Every path
Every choice
Every effort we made
brought us closer to the void
where we found our dreams undone

From the first breath in this world
the flame of life is slowly extinguishing
trying to escape from that essential fear
that prisoner of limits and words
disguise all things

Unaware of the inevitable fate
the veil that conceals the final enigma
falls as soon as life can be seen
as a prolonged agony

What would happen
if our face could faithfully
express our inner suffering?
If all the internal torment
could manifest itself in our expression
would we still be able to talk?
could we exchange words
without hiding our faces with our hands?

To live would not be possible
if the truth of our feelings
could be read on our faces
but words disguise all things

Regardless of our will to communicate
we are unable to express something

And even from the most sincere attempt
you can only expect nothing but a lie

No one would dare to look in a mirror
since all of our most intimate fears
are somberly bonded to the horror of the real

As the stream flows
It does not collide against any obstacles
just as we proceed through life
when nothing is against our will
Inattentive and ignoring our outcome
unaware of our destiny

Suffering is inherent in our lives
The misery that fills the existence
Is inherent to it
Pain is not a stumbling block on the road
but the path itself on which we take our steps

Uselessly we wish to make sense
without sense we look for a reason
and with no reason we expect a miracle
that relieves
the heavy burden on our shoulders

Ignoring that our hearts will never find peace
they are bottomless wells
that grow more empty as you try to fill them.

Destiny wanted to unite
the ridicule to the despair of our existence
when it filled our lives
with all the misfortunes of the tragedy
without which we cannot even hold
the dignity in each of our decisions

And as an effective consolation in all misfortune
we direct our gaze towards another's misadventure
a hypocritical remedy available to all
ignoring that our pathetic existence
is the comfort of someone else's gaze