Cauterized by the words
It seems the end of our times
Of reacting to the wounds
Turn off the led
The light that gets you
Normalized to the mass
A gala performance
Everyone with its mask
Automata glad to ignore
There's a mind behind the glass
I am sad in my soul
As I paint a cold smile on my mouth
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts
I'm creeping
As soon as I'll be out
I will take a breath
And walk in search of someone
The face I can see