Torch - Z Prochek

Endless tunnel

Dark passages

Endless walls

Colorless surroundings

Wet dusty smell

Far reaching shadows

Emrace the immobile

Bells ringing

Prepare the next load

Regular breathing

Inhale the ashes

Feel the engines

Serve and move on

Cold metallic voices

Echoing rapidly

Nothing left for humanity

Only whispers of warmth remain

Caught among the remnants

Despising what we are

Love of life deprived

The engine is on

A heart out of senses

Drifting further away

Awaiting the end

Awaiting the end

Where is the light

Where is the life

In the ceiling I can spot cables and wires

What is their task

What are they connected to

If I manage to take a short break

I can feel the smell of human corpses

Caught among the remnants

Despising what we are

Love of life deprived

The engine is on

A heart out of senses

Drifting further away

Awaiting the end

Awaiting the end

A confined heart unable to express

Losing the last amount of humanity

Nothing is safe

Nothing is achievable

A confined heart unable to move

Drifting further and further away

Awaiting the end

Awaiting the end

Almost longing