It walks and runs
It sees, it follows
Anything in their path
It swallows
The crowd runs deep
A million feet
Comes to smother
You in faces
By and gone ! An other
Probably off to the races
Locked inbetween polite blank stares
And many strange rules the crowd bears

Okay
I will let the world choose for me
They say
Things are the way they had to be
No way
Could ever truly set one free
𝘖𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴
There is always enough to see

Today
Such a weird name for memories
Decay
Keeps making everything at ease
Away
Is where we always put the keys
Let's play
With many words and open seas

You sold your soul
To cheat your way into peace
Chose a well lit old path
To keep clear of your own
Discovered many tastes
Of second hand unknowns
Tried what was already true
And then you faded away

Virtue tickles good spirits
With the stroke of many feathers
Touches every peaceful mind
Beyond their wildest dreams
Imagination waking up
On the grass of a fresh abyss
With everywhere to begin with
And whatever else to miss

Eyes looking for an horizon
Still have faith in the end
In a foggy smooth apathy
Hunger ate itself out
"Another piece" you think
Trying to unsee a fool
Hiding in a dream of mirrors
Out of the blue then back again

Yet you're keeping it cool
Gliding the day away
Not a foot on the ground
Clear as sky as always
Everything's lost to the wind
Nothing was meant to stay
Remember, new tomorrows
Further forget today

I don't tell you what to think
I'm showing you what I found
In my travels on the brink
In all this watching around
Open your eyes and just sink
You will never hit the ground
Dig into oceans of ink
Travel a land out of bound

We had us feeling monstrous
I'm telling you what I've seen
Truth first comes from the unconscious
Before we don't know where it's been
We're peddling hallucinations
Finding the way to new fears
On our onboard televisions
But it is music to our ears

Tell good from bad and run across
There is still time to get it wrong
Just keep on running at a loss
Because the road is very long
Find a way through each other's eyes
To tell a stranger the same
What's right with many little lies
As long as no one ruins the game

There's been so many strange things
It's getting hard to keep track
We struck unusual feelings
And gave it all a righteous wack
Constant contextual action
In our historical outburst
Nausea's a common reaction
When stepping foot on something cursed