Dying alone in the days when we wanted each other.
Thousands of people, breathing is harder as we burn ourselves down.
Being who we are as it is all we can give as we are changing.
No more kings and queens or anything of that kind.
Coming and going, it all is the same as we want to search for ours and other souls.
Give it all back as we will never believe a word.
High tracked music, bragging rights for the brother-sister attacks.
Cold hearted and crystal, the lines in your eyes are making you hired for our entertainment.
Screaming aloud in the crowded room, nothing is heard.