In fair lines, nodding
Into an abyss we are marching
There is no need for idea
Just your branded insignia
Mutely falling to the dust
In loud silence our prayer just
Barely audible in the wind
No one hears our shaky hint

Billions of people
All alone in the ether
In light scattered by smutty glass
Knelling on the picture with shadows to our backs
Idly
The friend is a bird or the stars on the scenery

The fire burns yet I still shiver
My soul is empty and light I desire
In myself I'm building my own little space
A kind of world where my dreams are in grace

Would you smile if it's not denied?
If solitude and joy are having a fight
I can hear the iron maybe it's weeping
But for the Hunan face, a mask he's keeping
Shines and twinkles, blinding them all
But cm it sits the cold and the dull
A human staircase leads to the top
Which is wrapped by a sea of teardrops

Animae Scrinium est servitus

Around our mind we build walls
We see what we draw on them,
And think we are one of them
We finished gifting,
I protest, but we're just drifting