I live on the edge of an ancient madness
reflected in the alcoholic mirror
of an incipient razor's blade
I tear off a mask a day
to reveal your pathetic fears
Sooner or later the arsenals will break out
I hope to be there at the funeral of the Earth
finally there will be no difference
between the dark in the mind
and the darkness of the soul
Let's disintegrate as well
this heap of useless words
Engrave death
on every thought
on every beat of life
a radioactive stamp
