Faceless city
A soulless moon
On my own
I slept with doom
The quiet buildings
Looking up
I bet theya019re thinking
Wea019ve had enough
What can one do
When one cana019t be?
When we die,
Are we free?
Faceless city
with murdered moon.
All on my own
I fell for doom.
A quiet rat
Out on the street,
Avoiding all those
Eyes I meet.
What can one do
When one cana019t be?
When we die,
Are we free?
Are we free?