while i walk this streets i hear them calling
within their voices full of callousness
had a vision of an eternal blossom
but when i looked it was shattered and gone

i close my eyes and hear their
echos ringing in my head
is this my lives burden to bear
no place for silence but still so holow
do i belong in this absurdity
why do i read empty pages of
a long closed book
and i know the noise that i hear
is like a symphony for no tomorrow
and not the freedom i want it to be

from all the things i've seen
around the world i've been
and i know for sure
one thing will never change
 [bad word] in circles
in the space that they call life

when [bad word] to the silent halls
the light finally cast away
no fealing, no noise
empty but whole

created from the mist of burrows
the haunted echos of my kind
but i won't feel anymore sorrows
cause the blossom still blooms in my
mind

i close my eyes and hear their
echos ringing in my head
is this my lives burden to bear
no place for silence but still so holow
do i belong in this absurdity
why do i read empty pages of
a long closed book
and i know the noise that i hear
is like a symphony for no tomorrow
and not the freedom i want it to be