Ludovico Einaudi - Life, sets the mood, dunnit? We do not sleep under the same stars, same skies, same grass growing in the mornings, same chaos and murder every day. Same thing, nothing new, never anything new, just artificial copies of copies, generic and plastic people all walking in unison like mannequins awaiting a Chinese factory slaughter. Denounce it, be a swan among ducks, melt in the sunlight safari like plastic, love her madly, do not speak above a breath today, do not speak.