Horror Vacui A kind of birth reclaims it's Kingdom in this body. A class of fuel that runs inside Like an engine. Certainly... It's getting nervous... time's the Most important thing. And every day... there's a list That must be mode. Oh! Almost unreal, I let my fear Waste all my time, consuming My life. Anxiously, no time for Waiting or for nothing. Suddenly, in every moment, Something must be done. Hyperactive... always busy, Endlessly. Leisureless... it keeps in Me a fear of emptiness. ... of emptiness. Oh! Almost unreal, I let my fear Waste all my time, consuming My life.