cities built with blood,
sweat and bones
a seething mass
through the walls of stone
we behave like machines,
the computer takes control.
in the middle of the crowd,
still standing alone
we're losing grip on reality.
Lose grip on our own.
Depressions have taken it’s toll.
Unpleasant tension as you walk down the streets.
Chaos and noise
stir up the heat.
Some lose their faith
others take it to the extreme
it’s the maze that we call
a modern society
man as shepherd with the hands of the devil
We must try to find a cure
quality over quantity,
then something called hope
arises from the depths.
Never understood
why we keep actin’ like this.
Never thought about the consequence?
credits
from Golden wings,
released October 20, 2016
Voc: Kevin K.
Bass: Wim B.
Drums: Miel B.
Guit: Maarten H.
Guit: Jakke G.