The Corner - Babylonia

Born alone

Poor creatures made of flesh and bones

Unprotected

Hope someone listens to their moans

There are leaves in the sky at the mercy of the wind

Unconsciousness

Walk by my side, lead me through the night

Something waits around the corner

I don’t want to discover

What schemes around the corner

I am trembling

There’s a state of disillusion

An inner feeling of confusion

Here comes the conclusion

And I’m falling apart

Carry on

Try not to show how frightened we are

On the run

At the end it seems we haven’t come so far

There are clouds in the sky like thoughts inside my mind

Disenchantment

Through the veils of human uncertainty