What’s it for, this draining tension?
Trying to go on as all hopes fade
As we suffocate we have the time
To regret our life
Was it worth this apprehension?
A palliative for this bleak parade
As we agonize we have the chance
To recall our strife
Con la fuggita luce, morirono i colori
E piú non appartiene il vivere
Che a rincorse di spettri
Il pensiero nei ricordi s''affoga
E il passo mi accompagna solo l''ombra
As life wipes us out we are grateful for
The Last Supper’s crumbs
Caress her scented hair sweetly
Bedew’d with bitter tears
Feel warmth receding discreetly
As light just disappears
Was it worth all the pain
Just to see it all dead?
Do you deserve other than disdain
And thorns on your head?