I walk under the gaze of violent lights. To escape is to walk with two closed eyes. I see the absence of our nature. I see the forgotten world in pictures. Was it really meant to be like this? Is life really meant to progress like this.
So many faces. So many faces...
So many faces So many faces that don’t understand (x4)
It seems that there’s nothing Nothing that’s not there to make you feel insignificant. This constant activity that feels as if it will leave you behind at any moment. So you feel as if life is running away from you all the time and you always have to chase it. Well I’m tired now.