Fall - Earthists.

Our voice of determination to shake dried up throats

Our hands raised up high among the jeering crowd

Liars grow powerful in this world

We’re obsessed with forms

What is necessary to project our hearts?

People keep their eyes down as they walk

What part of me does this light in my hand light up?

We have become good at forcing a smile

And even our true feelings faded away

People are all talk

What will the spilled times create?

What do you want?

What do you want to do?

People are all talk

They can’t do anything

And we are the ones at the mercy

For whom do we fake bravado?

Do not disguise your style

For what do we fake bravado?

Drag them all in

Like a sand castle our hearts collapse very easily