See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Speak no evil,
Do no evil.
When all the silence,
When all the darkness,
When all the violence,
When all the sadness
Effuse
In the night,
With no light
Making it mine,
Ending the time
Confuse.
See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Speak no evil,
Do no evil.
Too late,
It is too late!
You wake up in a silent night
And look afar, the window’s glass:
The city’s fueled with strobing light
People leave and flashers pass.
No one cares. Who is to know?
That you are ready to let go,
To have done with broken dream,
To give up and be machine;
To cut deep into your brain,
To drain out through bleeding vein
All the roots that make you live
You want out, so you could be
Cattish, pretty, fucking fake,
All it does is break or take,
Doesn't care about your rage,
Fetters you inside a cage,
While you scream, you scream in vain
Scream for nothing, out of pain
You should know, as I do, too,
There’s no one, there’s only you.
Empty hearts fill empty places
No real smiles, no real faces;
There’s no ears, no one to hear,
You can touch, but isn’t real.
Just right now, let’s make it clear!
Now we’re up and we are here,
Just to know, for good and all,
No point being with no soul;
What to do with arms and eyes,
If the emptiness will lie
On your skin like poison balm,
Don’t despair and remain calm;
Go to sleep and don’t wake up,
Don’t return and don’t come back;
Sleep as you have crowned the years,
With no sorrows and no fear.
Barely shadows of our time,
Can’t keep up and fall behind,
Run of things that never change,
Different shapes, but they’re the same.
It feels strange. To know ahead
There’s no mercy for the dead,
What has lead us to the end
Are those things that we pretend
Can buy. There is no why
We try to stop the passing by
Of our lives instead of take
Away the mask that makes us fake.
The shadows are, but they are shades
That cut our skin like clipping blades
And we persist to water down
The inner us for cater crown;
We seek for diamonds and for gold,
We take for granted what they’ve told
And ceased to think with our mind,
Yes, can see but we are blind,
And we can talk, but rarely speak
Against injustice that goes deep
In our world, in our times,
To be awake became a crime.
We stand as forms and nothing more,
The empty spaces from the core,
We crave for freedom, but enslave,
We dish the spirits while they fade.
What we have no knowledge of,
Is that can’t redeem what’s lost,
Once it passes and it’s gone,
Cannot take back what you’ve done.