Chilly towers, people movin’On the rhytm of red and greenWrapped in blue no time leftBlue forbidden, because of the restThere’s so many, many peopleFacing the changing hoursSilent and untouchedAlarming bells and crowded sidewalksIt’s the moment for substitutionWrapped in green, dark fixed gazesSleeping conciousness and apathyresults in nothing really nothingEven no sacrificingand even no devotionBusling traffic, nagging streetsoundsShrilly cleaving the close grey airWrapped in black, see their facesNo smile, no love, miserygrows every dayYes, day by dayLike seconds unspokenInto an ocean of timeI try to rememberWhere did I see those faces before?I see myself in lonelinessWhy do they make me feel so insecure?Do they treat me like a strangerFor the coldness of my skin?Curious eyes, constantly pressingAlien gestures, causing sorrowConfusing pains liberating sparksDesintegration intothousands of metallic piecesYes thousands of piecesUnits scratch the groundFading between the walls