The alleys, the comings and goings, the labyrinth, but what do I see?
The alleys, the comings and goings, the labyrinth, but what do I see?
The exit, I see it, it’s there, we are few
The exit, I see it, it’s there, we are few
Far too few, but through thick walls, I can do it
Far too few, but through thick walls, I can do it
Bringing down the screens, the deception, the deception
Bringing down the screens, the deception, the deception
Holding on to emptiness, to smoke, the bullеts are punctured, start all over again
What do wе want to see, the curtain rise, silence is golden, I don’t agree
Not making an effort, and yawning a lot, being able to rise and greet you
We are not pigeons, maybe just fools, reality, from another perspective