I have this feeling,
It just won't go.
It's like we've been here before.
We must've forgotten what we're here for.
Feеls like we've won somebody else's war,
Not ours, not for us.
There's something more out there.
If only we could raise our heads
And see what is it up there.

But right now we are smiling,
I like who we're becoming.

Lights getting closer
As you stand still.
Facing me
You smile,
Saying
You'll do better next time.
I'm crying.
In the sound of a car crash
You'll be gone.
In the light of flashes
You looked down.
Why would you walk away?
I'd give anything to hear you say
"It won't be long.
We'll soon go home."
In a car crash
You were gone
Since that car crash
I've been going low.

But if you run off again
I hope to see you sooner than
My feet turn cold, my eyes stop seeing,
Thought my heart will never stop feeling.
I will wait behind for you to come
To raise your hands, to pick me up
And bring me home
Where I'll never feel alone.

There will be somebody listening
There will be something sickening
In every other word,
Perhaps the telling will be too bold...
And the theme might get too old...
But that's how those stories must be told.

sometimes i think that this town is alive.
hundreds of people exist in it.
every day are trying to get a better life.
But i guess they don't mind the stares of hundreds lit
Eyes and millions
hollow ones.
Perhaps they don't feel the pressure of high buildings anymore.
They breathe fine under the grey clouds, that lay low.
People are rushing through the hungry streets,
Choosing not to notice how it eats
Their souls up
without a single sound.
Can't you see that the city doesn't have a heart?
It has a stomach,
In which it devours every part
Of you that was once humane without a struggle.
And that's because you don't have many of those parts.
You've lost them along with your minds.
Breaking each other's lives,
Spreading all those horrible lies,
Beating and shooting in your children.
Who is gonna listen to you then,
If you pretend not to be a part of the story
In which, the end is not about your glory?
You did this to yourselves.
A bunch of empty faces,
Throwing shade with your glances.

And I'll never go home again
I think it's time to break this chain.
We'll be flying out in the open blue
Where everything will be true.
But we live in a cloudy dream with you.