Do you feel as if the ground under your feet is sinking from hundreds of boots, indifferent walking somewhere?
It's no longer The Ground - it's a conveyor belt
You haven't noticed how you became a part of this Machine?
Wanted to be a part of something Large?
Huh.. You won here..
Days, hours, weeks, years - what's the difference?
In the amount of seconds?
What is the meaning of years if they don't have colour?
Why does the artist paint a picture, if no one will see it?
What is the meaning of the minute, if it has no taste?
Why would someone cook, if there is no one to eat?
I'm away from there...I have no Soul like the Others too
I became a part of a heartless crowd, in this dirty gloom
Stay away from me, i'm running away from my shadows now
Every day i'm here, makes me believe there is no way out