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The feet of thousands joined this place
And noone could believe this mess
Though faces change and no one’s real
The faces could tell what they feel

The numbers account slowly sinks
You are a mirror of what you think
There’s no such thing as distant warmth
The emptyness will not be any harm

The silent words of those who mute
Are full of truth while our’s are fake

And those who know will all be damned
To never see the truth again
While all the others will decay
In bloody hate and disarray

But when the silent truth has died
The onlyness will be denied
The lifeless words slide through the air
While hungry eyes begin to stare

There’s an open door by my side
But there’s no room to enter
It’s a face that shows itself
After it’s been hindered

North is what is in their minds
Cold as nuclear winter
Forces the truth to go and hide
Holds their lives in its cage

There’s something to enter
Warm and bright

We are in this parted world
Spaces getting larger
There’s no reach for help by now
Communication is harder

Bored of our intelligence
It seems we’re getting dumber
Noone thinks and noone moves
Everyone gets his number