empty words
black on grey
nothing to care about
nothing to say
a lot of boring copies - the same unfullfilled lives - telling the same unappealing bullshit now for a thousand times - and we
break away - we disobey
empty faces
on a golden skin
centers of galaxies
and a big black hole within - now we
stop to care - ´cause we´re aware
reading in between the lines
nothing´s there - nothing´s real
it feels like paperwork
ready to burn - ready to steal
self-absorbed needless shit
nothing to haunt - ´nor to heal
where are the values are gone?
they won´t even burn in fire
individualism´s gone
true values long forgone
but they burnt - so bright - until something died
those papers lost their faces in our digital lives
digital wind blows them away
fading grace in their eyes
just leaving a cliche
the beauty is left but nothing’s inside
empathy would burn curtains down
needed to wrap or to shine
where are the values gone?
some unwritten thrown away
some are just put in a tray
some with … crinkled covers - torn out pages
they lay down like fallen angels
we silently put them away
