Lyrics

In the room we listened to the footsteps of our friendship
travel nostalgia for the future

In the room we cultivated our creativity
watering it like flowers of madness

But all this is just an echo in the memory

Of life … we looked forward to a future without borders

On death we danced to create infinite tomorrows
when even the "freupollire di itrellii" made sense (at least for us)
and a Russian science fiction movie was a synthesizer canticle
an ocean that thought our dreams into electronic waves

Then improvise an organ to explore the Universe

But now the record is broken
and the dream was lost in a labyrinth of pain

So, your absence (my friend) screams inside me
like a deafening silence
Unrelenting

In my room we wrote tales of lunar cages
drawing together the steps of tomorrow

In the room we cultivated our creativity
watering it with seeds of sour madness

This will be the last flight of the Bird Worshiper because it was engulfed by darkness
Forgotten in the dust

The Madman may have managed to find his buttons
lost in whirlpools of nothing?

Beware of the imagination! The march of the milk bottles has been broken, scarred by the dark light

Now the dark light devours
Only the darkest lights
Still the dark light implodes
Forever the darkest lights

Now and always your absence screams inside me
with deafening silence
Inexorable