Streets Full of Empty Masses

We are living in a fucked-up world,
Where the pain shall rule,
Where the anger rules.

We are walking through the streets of Nowhere,
Giant masses passing by,
Never looking at their eyes.
Never having a reason,
Always searching for the reason.

Then cry,
They cry out their souls.
Cry,
They cry and lose control.

Who can help us but we?
Who can help them but themselves?
Who can help you but you?

We are walking through the streets of Nowhere,
Always searching for the reason,
Never having a reason.

It’s all over when we stop walking,
The journey ends as we stop searching.
You have found the reason!
You have found a reason…

Реклами

Вашият коментар

Попълнете полетата по-долу или кликнете върху икона, за да влезете:

WordPress.com лого

В момента коментирате, използвайки вашия профил WordPress.com. Излизане /  Промяна )

Google+ photo

В момента коментирате, използвайки вашия профил Google+. Излизане /  Промяна )

Twitter picture

В момента коментирате, използвайки вашия профил Twitter. Излизане /  Промяна )

Facebook photo

В момента коментирате, използвайки вашия профил Facebook. Излизане /  Промяна )

Connecting to %s