I've been watching the buildings rise Vain like their creators So thick with vacuum they are Standing tall against the livid skies
In the windowpanes so blank Shines a reflection of our inner grey Drugged and despondent, we are all heading towards The loss within the wastelands of ourselves
Nauseatingly sterile Yet transparent just like looking glass
We are Drugged and despondent Numb, inert We're reveling in our mere existence Slowly reaching the limits Of dullness beyond repair
Nauseatingly sterile Yet transparent just like looking glass We remain
We have witnessed the statues fall Collapse like their creators Giants of clay, walls of glass Laid to waste under pregnant skies
In the stranglehold of progress We welcome our own demiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
