Breaking trough the surface, just to suffocate
A victim of machinery, don’t know to appreciate
All words of times and dreams are arranged
But when did your mind and screams outranged?
Smile at the rain, because soon you will drain in pain
We will stand below and lift you up, increase the pain
Living around a standby tradition
Oppressing the essence of breathing suspicion
Neon beams and lightening streams are illuminating
Breathing their smithereens as you’re not the dominating
Alive by the intension of their trademark design
Alive by the comprehensive guideline to tell everyone you’re fine.
At the age of 19 I’m still inside a childhood dream
I’m not ready yet, to become the modern fossil of a prehistoric reptile
Without the faculties I want, I know it becomes a haunt