M.I.C.U.I.S.A. 37% - Nothing Under the Sun

You know the world has a body
From stars to sand, and in between there are goings and returns,
The knowledge kills eternity
Numbers, dates, prices simulate a rebirth
The words are postcards to nothing
It's better to create a God to impose them a value

Our remains, our remains, they won't be enough to reconstruct (x2)
Are we falling into history to leave it?

Centuries, they are against us
Millions of deads don't give us a meaning neither more nor less than a breath
We'll be toys for trippers, money for business and all the pain will be off

Our remains, our remains, they won't be enough to reconstruct (x2)
Are we falling into history to leave it?

The present, it can be a Gulliver's trip
There are days that can be equal to twenty full years
And twenty years that can be equal to one single day

Like a broken sandglass
I'm the answer
Shall I've got my tears?
Iron Curtain's here
All I need to save myself
All I need to wait the death
All I need to hear the bell
All I need is all I scream

I know that I've run in a siege
From Sarajevo library to Mostar bridge
And every word is my simple NOT
And every choice is my rebel TNT