a teoria da transparência

 "It's the age of doubt

And I doubt we’ll figure it out

Is it you or is it me?

The age of anxiety

(Are you talking to me?)

Fight the fever with TV

In the age when nobody sleeps

And the pills do nothing for me

In the age of anxiety, now

(...)

It's a maze of mirrors

It's a hologram of a ghost

And you can’t quite touch it

Which is how it hurts us the most

So we keep it all inside (Keep it all inside)

And hide it deep in a drawer"