Explosion in a Time Capsule

This is an explosion in a time capsule
This is our reply
To the paper, to the rust, to the concrete, the dust
This is our reply to the daily realities of little life

The horror is in the monotony
And the despair never comes because we’re senseless, benumbed
This daily grind is wearing us down, one by one

Come, come, let’s keep fooling ourselves
We’ll live the mirage but dream the dream
That this will disappear, not to stay