the cold breeze these days when everything's changing way too fast
it's like a feast... a great endless party
where every single soul is way too high to look up to the sky
i walked home and it rained...
i felt your tears...
.
it's a bad taste thing, you know?
when it's all so grey, it feels bad to know it's all in its wrong places
it flows into the hole of illusion, it makes people crave for the things they don't need
and what is needed is lost
it's taken and turned into gold dust...
it's a beautiful show to put on
the stars dancing at midnight, it blows our minds, it fullfills our eyes with the lost glory
that's been left alone to die
.
nothing in the world can be less human than knowing the truth and not being able to bring it up.
