Testo Nothing

Dead, you are dead, you don't know that
The spirit has gone, the only divinity
Trapped in a cage that you thought is your life
A coffin remains as your only abode

How many hours
How many nights
How many curses Nothing is more than nothing at all

Look at what is left
In the crimson debris
Look at the faces
Morosely reflecting the empty shell

No sanctity
No epitaph
No choir of angels
Is waiting for you on the other side