Ensnared within a realm of shadowed night, where corruption, capitalism’s relentless might slowly siphon our essence, grip us tight, our inner sanctum becomes our sole respite. Faced with this, the song tell us: “In the absence of choice we long to escape, to love is to hate, to live through today, this can’t be it will against will, when all os this ends the rest will begin.” Leaving us in a kind os existencial void in which we only repeat to our ourselves, what awaits us? What will become of us?