while we wonder
The mechanical cold, the peoples faces, everyones midnight paces.
We meet alone in a socialy paved alley way, we asked if were enough.
Can this death be me or am i in it?.
This city is falling upwards the ashes are spread, we are filled with meds so that we all die a little faster with a bit more pain.
Far away in my physco forest i cant hide whats outside. Can you believe we are all dead if not now then yet to come. Let go so i may suffer alone all by my own...doing...
I heard my lungs let them talk they said you and i are dying.
This is no dream - our reality.
Can this be... the angels are dead?!
As dark as my light is i still remain the same.
just look in the mirror at the city and say that we are infected!!....
...It would of been better to put their worries to bed....