Between the lines there is something written. Not spoken out loudly but it’s there. False harmony surrounds us. Makes us hate without sharing words. Feelings projected into another world.
Hereafter as a prophet of anger and violence Embraced by potential hate Exploition Hypocritical Scenario fear
They´re not like us, they only exist. Ordinary days in their preset ways Significant roles like playing with dolls.
Scenario fear
Witnesses along the way of banality celebrating self-centered power They´re not like us, they only exist.