Empty men without regrets
Leaning against each others shoulders
Open spaces fill the gap
Where reason reigned and fell
And I see [bad word] out
Of every crack in the framework
Caught in a vortex between false
Perceptions and reality
Forever
Dead frequencies kill the intellect
And [bad word] that only raindrops see
Frail bodies out in the periphery
Walk like ghosts across the screen
It begins again