It's way to calm, just look around.
it's all gone still, no rhythm found.

but you could say: "all flora came to life"
but something so **** still just can't contain life.

and cities-towns, they've gone constant.
so now all that can ever change's so distant.

Nor it would rain or snow all of a sudden.
so killer-sun is now my deathlike burden.

and the grey people, it's their now turn act.
so i'll only survive by running. that's a fact.

and so i'm tired of being strong,
thus voices offer me free fall.
but i shall not, for none is there to catch, or fly beside, or back to call.