Going Thru the Motions - Kristin Kontrol

Do the walls have ears and eyes

An opinion on my life

Have the neighbors seen the lies

Mirrors reflect and multiply

I feel a hollowing inside

I stretch to fill it up with time

Do the walls have ears and eyes

An opinion on my life

We are nothing if not going through the motions

We are nothing if not going through the motions

I am moving through the streets

Apparition seeking heat

You pass through me, viscous arms

Mild haunting of their charms

Very slowly sinking ships

Very gently it begins

Graffiti high above tells me, «All Is Love»

We are nothing if not going through the motions

We are nothing if not going through the motions

Everything I overhear

Hinting at the smoke and mirrors

We are talking secret code I hold my breath, I most be bold