Touching the cold glass
Asseptic market syndrome
Nature belongs to the past

Forgot what we are made of
This relentless search for the new
Erasing the core of our souls
Existence is turned to null

Step by step we walk a line
Where no tomorrow is left to cry
Overshadowed by walls of glass
Human feelings are kept in past

Remember – we are flesh and bone
But now we are fading – We´ll die alone
Without the touch of humankind
We´ll only see reflective lights…

Through cold walls of glasssss…….