Ruling Emptiness Lyrics

The maniacal self-conviction of the multitude
Is carrying me to moral isolation
Praise be to indifference
Which now remains the only way out

Thousands of bodies
Called on parade
Unaware of having given
The personal reality

Let the call become yourself
Inside a ruling emptiness
Which beats the bass-drum

The ideal is utopia
This regret is real

There’s a voice in my sleep...
Like a cry of a silent dream...

In this way colours and shapes irritate
Making everything flow into a wearing surrender

It is like an implosion of fear
With the mask of tranquility

Now everything is still
And moving among parent statues
Is more and more difficult