I Faceless people walking on the districts,
After birth, they turn into digits,
Work without feelings,
Cause they watch endlessly,
Serve as a robot in a fucking factory

Special is nothing, there's only a case,
Neither joy or woe are on the human face
An old photo of the blooming garden,
From the present, it looks so leaden

With closed eyes, imagine a scene,
Where colors are known,
And your smile will be seen
In the eyes of the person, whom you'll lock gaze,
And realise Your worth,.in a simple phase!

The clouds above are yellow like acid,
But I don't care, this is the scene where I fit...
Instead I just shut up and lay in the bed,
There is plenty of ammo in the clip for my head

I see ugly shapes, if this is what you press for,
Quit as my old self, acting human no more
Finally I turn into same as the wrong order
Like a simple puppet, living with the horror

In the eyes of the person,
Whom you will lock gaze,
And realise Your worth, in a simple phase!