more textured circles over surreal landscapes poison us with faith like some of it is real like it’s written on the wall provocation is in the eye of the beholder still the city’s in tears in different shapes, sizes and colors we’ll just morn till the morning comes we’ll just morn for the sake of conformity what if there is nothing that will ever fulfill me what if there is no light at the other end of every tunnel the world keeps spinning and my life is stuck no time to question just take this journey realize that money isn’t everything everything is nothing and nothing is everything