every day more and more insane is the cut deep enough? no faith no fear just distrust million stars to light up tonight and these roads these roads lead nowhere
with this mask on our face we still carry on with open wounds in our hearts we still push towards
hold on to our realm with a mad man's grip all the lost worlds lie on our book shelf bleeding in rust disappointment in rust disbelief irony of this in fragments of our relief...
as the shadows of our prisons fall down over us to heal and sedate
the soil will leave us hungry again.
(You can see it all in abandoned buildings, in rusted out bike sleeping in the ditch, the appriciation, the disbelief. We carry too heavy load and all we have to do is to shake it off.)