Sometimes it takes just a pebble
To turn things around
Things just don't work
Sometimes.
We're chasing each other
Just to hold back
We're talking nonsense
In the dark.
Sometimes it takes just a cannonball
To tear us all apart.
We're passing the same old
Places that we've passed before,
Alone.
Million. Hundred. Thousand people.
Stones. People. Cement.
Stone. Pebbles. Thousand beetles.
Raging. Fear. Torment.
Fear. Thousand People.
Stone. People. Relent.
I wonder why do we pair up
Just to unpair or switch pairs
I wonder who cares and who prays
For a better fate.
I wonder how often do I have to swear
So they stare
I wonder how lonely will I get
And how scared.
Our stories collide
When we're torn apart
You're all the same
And I think I'm done here.
You can't come back
When I lose my track
I can always count on
Fear.
Of the herd
Or the pack
When we shout.
Of the herd
Or the pack
Or the band
When we shout.
Of the herd
Or the pack
Or the band
When we shout.
Of the herd
Or the pack
Or the band
When we shout.
