La Vita Degli Sciocchi

In the haze of war
Comes the blaze of truth
That heaven isn't real
And everything is surreal

You watch your television screens
But ignore the migrants screams
They were afraid of the war
That you chose to ignore

Unfamiliar faces in familiar places
you ignore it with grace
But you know it's the end of the race

These are all struggles
Of fools
And these are their downfalls