I wrote this song initially as a poem. It reminds me kind of life and death, so I imagined something like this statue in my mind. Then I really found it in a cemetary in Genova and even went there to shoot a small video clip for my song*. I also want to share the lyrics with you if I can translate them well: The absolute silence Of an ambiguous end We are in the corners of precarious time The walls, the walls, the walls are closing in on us Our arms grow heavy Our palms are burning We have clenched our fists just because Time is suffocating us Its hands around our necks How long can this go on? This established order This holy fraudster Time is suffocating us Its hands around our necks How long can this go on? This established order This holy fraudster Holy fraudster Holy fraudster Holy fraudster * https://youtube.com/shorts/wI9zJJ108WM?si=aYFKV2oVs6tVGy_N - Mastered by mixea.commore