Empty eyes reflect the giving up - the end of rebellion
A pale morbid shine is what is left of a once sworn
strength

Robot fascination for order plans every single step you
make
Huge smokestacks, built of any self that existed, smoke

ashes of your pride

The urge to live is dead

The true formula of death
Without showing a sense your world is a mistake


An ache drags but is not felt
As nothing is felt anymore


Random has no meaning here
Structure is god
"Structured chaos" says the headline in the grey sky

that slowly blurres in the dust of this, your world

You think you think but it's just empty thoughts

A head full of ideals of another
In this world of !@^%s
you live the life of someone else


A tone in a dissonant symphony is what we are
A wheel in a machine that doesn't do what we want it to

But who needs to care who sees our insignificance
The fool cries while the seers tears already dried


The belief in a false freedom
Is upon the tied up
The cage is set around you see it or not

And the more golden it is the more narrow it becomes

Are you in one of them?


The belief in a false freedom
Is upon the tied up

the head full of ideals of another
But who needs to care who sees our insignificance
The fool cries while the seers tears already dried