The Toll from Ad Nauseam by Paolo Sala

What’s the point of being myself or you?
I might even state a preference
Though I can’t say what’s the difference
When we sleep or climb the Everest

What’s the point of reading all the news?
When it’s clear there is no evidence
Well, let’s say we have some interests
And we can claim to be so provident

Things that you want to see
You’re gonna hear the toll
Lands where you want to be
You’re gonna pay the toll
Stuff that you want to do
One day you’ll rest in peace for sure

What’s the thing you’re grabbing with your hand?
Is it something you got or made up?
Is it something that you need to live?
Is it something you don’t want to give?

Airplanes crashed down by computers
Virus spreads into the future
Boats are sinking, bridges falling
Where am I when you are calling?

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