Whispers - Gaerea

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