Futile Future

How our life is so futile

What a fool to think about a tomorrow

Joy is so furtive

When your pulpy kiss meets my lips

I do not believe in tenderness anymore

Henceforth more than simple promises

Go behind our distress in our self-cloak

We are just livid embers of futility

Futile future

Futile future

Futile future

Futile future

How our life is so futile

What a fool to think about a tomorrow

Joy is so furtive

When your pulpy kiss meets my lips

Futile future

Futile future

Futile future

Futile future

We are everything except extraordinary

I let my lots to the human sorrow

So where, who will I conjurate my demons

Simplicity is the power of a being, so be I

I do not believe in tenderness anymore

Henceforth more than simple promises

Go behind our distress in our self-cloak

We are just livid embers of futility

Futile future

Futile future

So be I