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.)