Death is what makes life important, yet we all live only to die Rigid, tired and helpless suspended in a vacuum, In the thick unconscious gloom Completely preserved For what and for whom? For the bright future that reeks just like the past For the endless déja vu we put to the test Forever and ever and ever As we follow the footsteps we pretend we forgot Forever and ever and ever To the ticking of death-watch, escape we cannot