I'll see the eyes, that looked in mine

Always hiding the thruth from me

The spirit of the individual.



Screaming with my mouth shut

Pretending nothing has happened

Cause there's no-one left to blame.

Cruel images, clouding my vision.

Am I what I planned to do

The haunt for contonent and mutaual concessions

Or am I what I am competent of.



Does life seem worth while to you.

Looking for the dream that keeps coming back

The images of our desting oblivion

It should help me help myself.

But my tortured brain tells me

I've reached for the answers to soon.



So don't follow me I'm lost too.

The world expects a pose

I love a thousend yet none

One by one, alone in silence, we stand

In line

Screaming without making a sound