We live in world where people overvalue
the labels and
look, down souls.
Everyone gives death threats to each other
for reasons, nonsense.
Seems like we are all already dead
when it comes to forever and dreams
'We don't have the time to do things'
- is the same answers from almost everyone I get
All the odd beautiful stars stays is in hideaway
tear drops fall down one by one in silent,
each one commemorating something
that has been lost.
Can you hear the silent screams
of soundless souls
locked in invisible heavy metal chains.
It's about all concept of damn time
We all get mentally hazed up,
blurry eyes, blurry faces
Endless waves of geometric shapes
Lives in quantum realms of space.
Before becoming death, don't you
know this is the only life
where you could be able to find
knowledge and love,
It's about damn time, and Everything
could be gone forever.
Silent screams ; purple rains
Drifts in the air of shower steams
Where we salt bath of sorrows.
