| Echoes |
|---|
| Empty men without regrets |
| Leaning against each others shoulders |
| Open spaces fill the gap |
| Where reason reigned and fell |
| And I see vapour coming out |
| Of every crack in the framework |
| Caught in a vortex between false |
| Perceptions and reality |
| Forever |
| Dead frequencies kill the intellect |
| And truths that only raindrops see |
| Frail bodies out in the periphery |
| Walk like ghosts across the screen |
| It begins again |
