We are escalator walkers In the brand new temple Came to reshape identities Shed our skins Be reborn And feel the same That no one here is real
We are moving standees In the shrine of choices Incarcerated between floors of Hope and disappointment We feel the same That no one here is real We feel the same That nothing here is still
We are stairway drifters Made of cyber paper Google boys and wiki girls Children of the self care
We come to pray every single training day Looking for a chance to survive Buying reduced price illusions Floating into another light Melting into another lonely crowd
We feel the same That no one here is real We feel the same That nothing here is still
*** Used to have our love And now Disposable needs Used to have our souls And now Refined new skins
Take Use Throw Away Forget
*** Dragging our feet Tired and deceived Slowly moving on Bracing shaky legs Against all those wasted years We roll the boulders of sins Up a hill of new days
In the arms of the setting sun Our burdens cast shadows over fiery ground Catching final rays We try to reach the journey’s end Before the sun will die
We sense we’re almost there But the night comes too soon And we crawl in the dark Not ready to face up To unknowing lies We ache to go back
But we can’t stop So we walk aheadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
