Lyrics Whispers - Gaerea

Whispers

Wall of emptiness
Sadness of destruction
The future visions
The smell of numbness
Pale face, no utterance, no mask
No feelings, no nothing, just something
Hard to get, hard to give, hard to live
Just once again «Try to be free» they said
Walkers waiting with their mouth wide open to the sky
Looking at a palm full of silicon images and ideals
Instant gratification is replacing more meaningful searches
Pale face, no utterance, no mask
No feelings, no nothing, just something
Hard to get, hard to give, hard to live
Just once a gain «Try to be free» they said
Just a lost cat
How will the unborn child look like?
Searching for the screen codes to evolve
We used to be the network
We still are the network
Wandering in the streets
Living to stare just one more day
And playing while the ground burns away
This does not feel to be alive
Yet the pale man has spoken
«Will you join us?»
We are just slaves of our creations