Sometimes
we're out from ourselves
suddenly

we became cold machines
and watches into our world
with cynic indifference


Some $#&@ing flesh robots and disgusting calculator machines
this we are, when we lose ourselves

we just don't give a $#&@ of the whole world
and let everyone and everything out.


it is the moment when the paper burns
the sky gets full of smoke
when she get slaughtered by the wolves

and you just stand still, watching

These horrify and slow moments in life

when we became someone else
when we became monsters
and we just can't stop it

it's maybe our true nature